You bit your nail, oblivious and blind,
And heard a click, the cruelest kind.
A tiny flake, a pearly chip,
You panicked, then bit your lip.
The dentist said, "We'll patch it neat,
A little bond, a smooth conceit."
And now it's whole, a clever fake,
But something in you starts to ache.
Because that shard that went away,
It didn't just leave a tooth to pay.
It left a cut, a permanent seam,
Beneath the smile, you want to scream.
You run your tongue along the mend,
And miss the way it used to blend.
The natural flaw, the honest grain,
The little chip that once retain.
You go on with your day,
Finding things to make you gay.
And somewhere beneath the floors,
Is the chip that once was yours.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
You bit your nail, oblivious and blind,
And heard a click, the cruelest kind.
A tiny flake, a pearly chip,
You panicked, then bit your lip.
The dentist said, "We'll patch it neat,
A little bond, a smooth conceit."
And now it's whole, a clever fake,
But something in you starts to ache.
Because that shard that went away,
It didn't just leave a tooth to pay.
It left a cut, a permanent seam,
Beneath the smile, you want to scream.
You run your tongue along the mend,
And miss the way it used to blend.
The natural flaw, the honest grain,
The little chip that once retain.
You go on with your day,
Finding things to make you gay.
And somewhere beneath the floors,
Is the chip that once was yours.
This is a poem I wrote for my friend who recently chipped her beloved front tooth. I miss her. I love her so much.
P. S. Her birthday is in two days.
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