I spat my teeth into the sink, Crimson spreading along the off-white tile of my bathroom, Jaw snapped and left hanging from a tendril of muscle From the side of my face. It was all that I had, This one last chomp at the bit, I laid everything upon the tiny bones lining my mouth And I failed. Unsurprisingly. I’ve choked on dreams and vomited hope And was left with nothing more than a burning in my nose And a sore throat. It nearly killed me, then, Sitting on that cold bathroom throne, Watching the only thing keeping me alive pool by my feet. And I remember the words my parents shoved through my skull, And relived my friends desperate pleads to live, To truly live. But I found living much harder than dying, And hopes harder to swallow than whiskey. And so I stayed, alone and forgotten in a fractured apartment building, Only the mice and the mold to keep me company. Until I found a reason to bite down, To keep myself alive in the world. To really live. I found one last reason and bit down, hard, and hoped that it would hold. And as I sewed my jaw back together, alone, Using nothing but some year old floss and a safety pin, I knew that I would never bite again.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 05:03:41 +0000
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