Sunshine burning on my cheeks--
I kiss the wind
As my feet trace the skin of the earth--

Will you dance with me, my love?
It is a very difficult type of dance;
The name of it is "Life."

Will you dance with me
Until the music fades?
Until the last heart beat
Ends the rhythm?

Sunshine will burn on our cheeks,
The wind will kiss our lips
As our feet trace the skin of the earth.

I don't really exist.
I am only here
because you
imagined me
into
existence.

When you
forget about
me, I
disappear.

*(When I'm gone
I (do)n't
want to come
back.)

Sometimes I wish I could reach up
and tear this reality to shreds
I'd dig my nails into its flesh
and peel off its skin and watch it
bleed all over my laughing face

I imagine it would be improper
to ****** without first
washing your hands

**My skin is a like a
body bag,
holding my
dead insides
inside

tongue traces teeth

pushing
pushing
pushing

is it moving?
it's moving!

wiggle wiggle
oh my God it's
MOVING

reach up
fingers touch the tooth
anxious like a child
with their first
loose tooth

teeth
teeth
teeth
teeth
nightmares:

gaps and spaces
sinks full of
blood
and
TEETH

push them back in!
--fall out again--
push them back in!
--blood on your fingers--

brushbrushbrushbrush
flossflossflossfloss

is it moving?
is it moving?

brush
floss
brush
floss
brush
floss
brush
floss

is it moving?
it can't be moving!

if pushed too hard,
could that make them
fall out?

gums sore
from over flossing
gums not growing
from toothbrush
abrasions

teeth,
not quite
pearly white
holding tight

teeth
teeth
teeth