how these words
I've bitten into
are no longer the
luscious fruit
I used to savor
it's a bitter
soliloquy
and the very
sound of my voice
echoes shrill cries
throughout the chasms
of my body
yet I still speak
still I voice and
keep wiggling
the loose tooth
as blood trickles
down my throat
and pain reminds
me of life
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