Teeth clamoring to get out
of my rotting head.
Mouth drowning in oil,
Gagging on my sickening bile,
"Don't open your mouth."
Thirty white horses
On a red hill. First they stamp,
And then they are still.
Mouth--she is smoldering
Whilst teeth smoke--they are mouldering
All else--shouldering.
Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
Turn to slivers and pierce lips
Splaying gums, flaying.
Teeth on skin, nibbling.
Saliva through lips, dribbling.
Youth and death, sibling.
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