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Rotten Teeth

There is no calm inside me, no serenity no silence.—Gabriel Gadfly, “Teething.”

By Alexia VillanuevaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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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.

sad poetry
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