My teeth, my Teeth , for a Tooth Fairy

crumbling plaque,

exposing precious


blackness from sweet

cane corrupts the shield

of the bodies necessary

apparatus for grinding


tobacco lingers in the air

to be completely fair

it always been there

since the first cell

divide it has always

been there.


now rotting flesh

hilariously, gnaws, its way

to my precious bone.

Teeth, My teeth, for a

Tooth  Fairy, to

come and take away

the flesh that

no longer




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