toothache, leave

the pain in my mouth is the same as it was yesterday. since these teeth sprouted from their skin-covering and devoured their first death meal, i'll felt a pinch. an itch behind my gums that just won't quite scratch. the bite-down clamp aches my dreams of running away from those that want to take apart my body and ingest my soul. holes have been bored through the enamel, through the thinest protection. choas is spicy and burns the nerves that hold my forced smile together. pills dont relieve, but merely distract. the cold wind flicks the most sensative of mouth spots as I laugh in the cold. hot coffee burns my scowl during the neverending mourning train ride. sharp, piercing, knifing, scraping. chew these ropes with the last few shards of teeth that I have left. I will escape.