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My tongue runs over my swollen gums. I taste the blood. I feel the aching zones Between off-white and red. It stings. There's not enough room in my mouth. My tonuge runs down the row of 16; There are two prongs sticking up Where they shouldn't be. Wisdom teeth. Four corners, four teeth. My teeth are textured. Some feel smooth Some ripple Some have edges that grate against my tongue. One tooth hides behind another Afraid of the air And the water. The tooth that once housed a hole Is now thicker than the rest. Thick with plastic Or whatever it is they use. It's a cavern of discomfort Cause by my own doing. Blood. Plaque. Pressure. I should've been a bird.
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May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
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My tongue runs over my swollen gums. I taste the blood. I feel the aching zones Between off-white and red. It stings. There's not enough room in my mouth. My tonuge runs down the row of 16; There are two prongs sticking up Where they shouldn't be. Wisdom teeth. Four corners, four teeth. My teeth are textured. Some feel smooth Some ripple Some have edges that grate against my tongue. One tooth hides behind another Afraid of the air And the water. The tooth that once housed a hole Is now thicker than the rest. Thick with plastic Or whatever it is they use. It's a cavern of discomfort Cause by my own doing. Blood. Plaque. Pressure. I should've been a bird.
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christine
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:19 PM UTC
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