The hunger is back
She remembers now.
Knows the difference between deprivation and hunger.
He pulled out her teeth one by one.
How quiet she had been despite the pain
The tears gliding her cheeks and jaw
He asked but took what he wanted regardless of her words
His necklace of teeth chattering in her face,
Whispering to her to push him away, to fight.
It’s only afterwards he reveals that the teeth are of other women.
No, her teeth will find no place on that thread he tells her,
but placed in his pocket where no one will see.
Touching her gums she finds pockets
Open sores oozing pain and the flavor of iron,
But when he tried to take her tongue next
She wrenched away, his necklace chittering in envy.
He smothered her with his body, fingers scrabbling in her mouth
as she whimpered and writhed
Bit his fingers with what she had left
Firm enough to discourage but not to draw blood in return.
Her new teeth are ridged like a child’s
Odd to feel the return of them.
How she hungers again
For true love and affection
Never again does she want to hear the click of teeth on a chain.
She wants to feel the nip of a lover on her skin, tongue laving the bruises she wants
A need to mark and be marked
Share the joy of consuming.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
The hunger is back
She remembers now.
Knows the difference between deprivation and hunger.
He pulled out her teeth one by one.
How quiet she had been despite the pain
The tears gliding her cheeks and jaw
He asked but took what he wanted regardless of her words
His necklace of teeth chattering in her face,
Whispering to her to push him away, to fight.
It’s only afterwards he reveals that the teeth are of other women.
No, her teeth will find no place on that thread he tells her,
but placed in his pocket where no one will see.
Touching her gums she finds pockets
Open sores oozing pain and the flavor of iron,
But when he tried to take her tongue next
She wrenched away, his necklace chittering in envy.
He smothered her with his body, fingers scrabbling in her mouth
as she whimpered and writhed
Bit his fingers with what she had left
Firm enough to discourage but not to draw blood in return.
Her new teeth are ridged like a child’s
Odd to feel the return of them.
How she hungers again
For true love and affection
Never again does she want to hear the click of teeth on a chain.
She wants to feel the nip of a lover on her skin, tongue laving the bruises she wants
A need to mark and be marked
Share the joy of consuming.
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