My springtrap jaw snaps me awake in the morning.
I fear my teeth may break one of these days.
No choice left,
but to stuff my sockets with dollar bills
and hope the problem goes away.
My teeth chase me in my dreams, laughing at my unconscious terror.
“You should stop acting as if emotions are a spectrum” said a lover after I picked apart a feeling I couldn’t understand.
I began to argue but remembered that I don’t go to therapy
so maybe I should just shut the **** up.
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 2:16 PM UTC
My springtrap jaw snaps me awake in the morning.
I fear my teeth may break one of these days.
No choice left,
but to stuff my sockets with dollar bills
and hope the problem goes away.
My teeth chase me in my dreams, laughing at my unconscious terror.
“You should stop acting as if emotions are a spectrum” said a lover after I picked apart a feeling I couldn’t understand.
I began to argue but remembered that I don’t go to therapy
so maybe I should just shut the **** up.
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