Jul 1, 2019
My gums a c h e and She says that I am angry. I a m angry. She says that my teeth are grinding. I am a whirlwind of t o r n skin and broken b o n e s and there’s nothing she can do to s t o p the storm. She’s right, you know, I am something w i l d and my teeth are [always] sharpened for a k i l l. Snap. Snap. S n a p. I snap my teeth at her far too often. She s m i l e s. She w i l l i n g l y puts h e r throat to my mouth knowing I’ll sink my t e e t h in. She would react s a d l y to the slightest hint of h e s i t a n c e. She tastes like honey. P a c i f y i n g. My gums stop a c h i n g.
