© 2019 HePo
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Teeth of dark gums, pouring through out
It’s painful, it may be, extras popping
No money to pay for the dental
Only the stuff for the alleys
You look over to the pliers
You stab your mouth with the syringe
The Novocain must be working
The pain is beginning to cease
You soon cannot stop the cursed ripping
Liquid squirts out with a fizz
Before you realize, all your teeth are on the ground
Your jaw is just hanging,
The blood is oozing in fleshy chunks
You finally realize to stop but it’s done
You’ve destroyed your mouth.
I think of this is how growing extra teeth can turn somebody a bit crazy...
to view and add comments on poems