Her mouth was carved
By a knife,
Now an open wound, all it does is
Bleed
Sour blood onto her starchy bed sheets,
Her friends are few and fleeting, unaware that her
Clicking Chiclet teeth saw the light of day
Long before they were meant to, how the ragged corners of her smile
Scab when she is still.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
Her mouth was carved
By a knife,
Now an open wound, all it does is
Bleed
Sour blood onto her starchy bed sheets,
Her friends are few and fleeting, unaware that her
Clicking Chiclet teeth saw the light of day
Long before they were meant to, how the ragged corners of her smile
Scab when she is still.
