Rotten Teeth
There is no calm inside me, no serenity no silence.—Gabriel Gadfly, “Teething.”
By Alexia VillanuevaPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
Like
Share
It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.—Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons
My teeth used to
Be perfect like shiny
And new.
Such a bright smile
For a fat girl with no tiny
Waist to fit a 6.
I had treats grow in my mouth
Like a chocolate garden
That threw up sprinkles.
I turned my throat into a graveyard,
Teeth into its killer and the water
Beneath me it's heaven and
Savior.
I can still smell it on my hands,
See the bones make appearance,
I stop again and start again
To rid what lives inside
My stomach.
I say hello and goodbye.
I turned my body into graveyard
But as long as I’m becoming
Skinny…
I’ll be fine. Right?
As I become rotten
Teeth.
Like
Share
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.