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teeth

Ill comply, ill apologise, im fucking tired
I’ll hold your hand in mine, resigned, fingertips when i dont exist
Palm to palm on a good day, a lovers loss, no pilgrims kiss
A tragic play, no exit left.

Hospital selfies, WhatsApp messages
Secrets, silences, financial deposits, zero context
Feet in my mouth on designated public paths
My teeth, picket fences that need knocking down
Tonsils overbearing fools that cannot read the room
That weren’t invited anyhow.

Seven molars, roots like weeds
Curiosities
Photos of roadkill on disposable film
A mausoleum of moths and cuckoo bees
My rotten teeth in matchboxes my dad always set aside for me
A small kid, with a big mouth
Already half empty

Childish bubbles, slaughtered
Born from soap and water
Joy, a moment, nothing after
A blade of grass
A concrete corner
The banality where small things falter

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Comments

this is incredibly vivid!! the placement is also incredibly well done!! I just really like this poem, it resonates w/ me a little. good job dude!!!!!!!

-m4gg0t was here

you could call me soph if you'd like. 

       The phantom of the opera is there. Inside my mind.

thank you so much, i am so shy about my writing so its really appreciated :)

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the little things build up to be big things. One never knows at the time, what will affect you in the future. Looking back on things that you never knew would catch up to you as a grown up, we become adults. Too bad that we can't figure that out as these things happen. Anyway, nice work in helping us see that. A good piece overall, and I hope that we will see happier work as you find yourself a home here. ~ Geezer.
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I've written a new poem, shinies, reflecting on why I can't write about happy things, if you're interested! I'll keep trying though :)

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I am interested...i say post it.

*hugs, Cat

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the poem is edgy and creative. your words portray your emotions very well. thanks for sharing!

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This is the best piece that I've read in quite sometime,
Loved it!

Obi.

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