Grin

Is it too late to worry
about my teeth rotting out
of my head,
corroded by stomach acid
smoke stained and
catching coffee and booze in the micro pits
chipped by a tongue piercing
ground together to chomp
nails down to the quick
sometimes
working for me at an alarming rate
stuffing food in my mouth until
my stomach won’t take it
and my jaw aches that special ache
in its roots, empty
throat rubbed raw. Clink of the
tooth brush against
‘such a pretty smile’
puffed out like I’m pregnant but
really just a guilty failure
face pressed to the toilet rim,

Reviews

[caesarkreshen]

I like this. It's cute despite content. It's got a prissiness to it that was probably unintentional

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. oh ... this piece is so powerful ... i felt it in my gut ... i'm getting better very, very, very slowly ... but i am ... i trust that you will too ...

[_mal]

That's so good to hear x