i was taught to bite my tongue but never when to unclench. the only time that my jaws unhinged was when i would scream my monologues at the cornfields; my pain penetrating through the husk and soaking into every kernel. so when he's at your apartment, eating off of my favorite plate, i hope that my words get stuck in between your teeth and you are forced to scrape and swallow back every single morsel of the venom that i wish that i had spit at you. and I know that one day my teeth will shatter from the pressure and  that eventually your brain will burst from all of the headaches you've gotten from everything that i've screamed into ears that weren't yours.

- o.m.h