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Pulling Out Teeth.
My jaw is aching.
My teeth are wobbling though they are not babies, anymore.
Adult and grown, they should be sturdy.
But in fact they're soft and weak.
I'll spit my blood out in the sink.
I'll wash my mouth out with bleach.
Then you never held me.
Then you never touched me.
Then I'll finally feel clean.
I'm pulling my teeth out.
And all my nightmares lie underneath.
In the wounds of where my teeth should be.
Now lies clarity.
You're not hidden there anymore.
I'm only left with bleeding sores.
My smiles so pretty now no ones around.
No one is stealing hesitant words from out of my mouth.
What a gleaming pair of pearly whites.
What a beautiful mouth no longer full of fright.
I'll clean my sink up in the morning.
I'll clear my mind and thoughts up tonight.
