Me
I can smell the mint on your breath.
Inhale it and breathe deep, relish the scent.
How I long to chew that, to taste it again.
But I have no teeth inside my mouth.
Why you may ask?
Because they are of no use.
They are simply vestigial organs that have long disintegrated,
But I do want to chew that minty gum.
I do want to taste that fresh cold again.
And then drink freezing water so that it numbs my mouth.
I never did think my teeth had a use after all.
I never talk or eat or laugh or anything.
So why have them?

Him*
I can smell the heavy silence on your skin.
I inhale and breathe deep, memorize the scent.
How I wish to free you from that everlasting stench.
How I long to brush away the lingering effects of it.
I want to taste your mouth, which hasn't opened since first grade.
What did you say?
You said hello to me, a sweet, sticky hello.
I haven't heard your voice since.
I really do want to hear your thoughts though.
To turn them around in my head.
And I want to hear your words.
And turn them around in my mouth.
Just move your lips.
Maybe I will even give you some minty gum.