After all i've earned them the subtle pull and swift replacement, the golden gain gifted from a soul dentist I accept the strange medicine and sense Suddenly my core forever chasing the great sulfur in circles as I fall adrift The wanting sleep which closes all eyes after end of sky Behind mine observes a screen of Out-knocked teeth and offput blood Pft out in a porcelian sink The glass just above displays swollen tears and my Soul transforming from Learned lead and cold iron into August and Nothing bleak like my Now unique two front It takes awhile but I have a new smile at me Twist the Brass doorknob upside down on it's axis and Walk away from the abuse cycle owning The tired metal middle of earth cracking Outer mold revealing a Levitating ball of God who Now unbound Seeks six-thirty post midnight High plains and Holy painted solace With bruises yellowing I scream drive into tunnels where the warm streetlights racing in my periphery know I am the glowing go of life And will never grow old despite Losing a couple given ones
This is a vague story about someone who had their two front teeth knocked out by a punch from someone close to them, and now has two golden teeth. It is a poem about accepting their self as beautiful and worthy after an abusive relationship. It is about renewal and resplendant transformation. The subjects perspective has also expanded past their story and looks to the sky and universe for their source of love. I hope this inspires anyone who has been through physical abuse and knows the struggle of finding their peace again.