and left without teeth
da hole wite side
of ma mouf
numb
for owwahs
and just when the new pain
was dulling
i thought to have some dessert
because ice cream is soft
and soft's all i'm allowed.
i saw the first on the stove top
dead center
live roach
the second by the sink
(what type?)
the third fell to my scream
from the cabinet
that holds our glass-
and dinnerware
and i reeled back
(lost the bugger no less)
when my stitches were ripped
out of my mouth
and i felt violet daggers
of pain
(more intense than red
or yellow or white
is purple)
i really should spray
those cabinets
but damn it
i'm in no condition
(there are still stitches
but i'm in no condition)
1 comment:
this brings forth horrible memories.
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