No wonder you have false teeth
Acid tongues turn teeth all rotten and weak
Wears them away
Burns them all out
So they curl up and sizzle like salted slugs
And I'm sure that the acid tastes sweet
Because you can't get enough of the cathartic relief
The gleam of your porcelain smile says it all
as your bile-sour words boil blood
The glass on your windowsill waits, I'm convinced,
to receive your grin in the dark
and while you're asleep, your face sinks right in
and the water on the sill fills with soft night and stars
One night, I saw the moon in there
framed in teeth, bone-white and floating,
The teeth seemed to scream in a pitiful silence
but it was the moon in their mouth that was drowning
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EJ Ferguson
EJ Ferguson is a UK-based writer and occasional poet. She holds a BA in Creative Writing from University of South Wales, and is perpetually working on a debut novel. She is often found buried beneath soft blankets and two enormous cats.
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Beautiful piece.