Gauze and gargle,
clots and codeine.
No straws!
No scotch!
Where wounds heal,
craters remain.
Months pass,
violence fills the void.
A call,
a message,
a beacon of hope.
A crown for the headless king,
asleep in the depths of his saliva slicked cave.
Clasping and grasping,
an imposter of the highest caliber.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Gauze and gargle,
clots and codeine.
No straws!
No scotch!
Where wounds heal,
craters remain.
Months pass,
violence fills the void.
A call,
a message,
a beacon of hope.
A crown for the headless king,
asleep in the depths of his saliva slicked cave.
Clasping and grasping,
an imposter of the highest caliber.
**this was meant to be an elegy to the loss of an extracted tooth.
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