dental hygiene (20160903)

the backs of my teeth
are rough
rough enough to make
my tongue tip bleed
from brushing against

it’s too bad because
i had so much to say
and now blood
dribbles down my chin
when i try to speak

you ask
what did you do to get
the backs of your teeth
so screwed up

i tell you through
lips coated in pink
it was the words
that hammered against them
while i clenched my jaw
held my peace
the acid of every word
i forced myself to swallow
staining them
eating away at them
making them sharp
and hollow
like dead coral

17 thoughts on “dental hygiene (20160903)”

  1. This is some heavy hitting writing. I really like the way the poem unfolds, and I can’t imagine anyone reading it without identifying.

  2. I bet your tongue is very clean after being scraped against your sharp teeth! I collect dead coral — I actually have some cool pink ones. I also like the image of a trail of blood running down your chin. πŸ™‚ COOL poem.

    1. It’s true. Using broken teeth is much more efficient than a tongue scraper. Really all that surface material off.

      Thanks for liking my poem πŸ˜‰

  3. Potent words, powerful image. It actually does feel like acid in my mouth when I am forced to hold my tongue…

    And the habitual self-silencing can do more long term damage to a body, as I know. Thank goodness for writing as a release of a sort!…

    Interesting side note: many dream symbology books claim damaged teeth has to do with decision making in dreams. This poem fits right in to that school of thought… πŸ™‚

    1. Decision making, huh? That’s interesting. I hate making decisions and I frequently have dreams of my teeth breaking.

      Thank you for your kind words.

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