You cannot wipe off a permanent grin
even in the presence of fear.
Loyalty cannot be covered in mud, nor can love
be washed off with a quick rinse.
The teeth tell the truth of where we have been
and what we have consumed.
Glee and growls, as we tear through our prey of doubt
fueled by a carnivorous curiosity.
Consumed by a fever of companionship, we show
our colors as the palette drips and drools.
The days linger on with lonely lips closed
clamoring quietly for a crowbar
to open them.
Wanting to show our filthy smile
to show where we have been.
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