Six Removed

Six Removed

I had never let anyone in to take such a close look before.

Now look at me. Feeling ugly and sore.

Bloody bandages try to heal all the pain and hurt.

Six holes make it hard to swallow just like losing you, and the other five before.

But all my words fall out the front of my mouth.

Even though I could never keep them from gnawing at all my doubt.

Six empty spaces not evenly distributed won’t let me feel any comfort.

No matter which way I feed it.

The pain of wisdom keeps pushing through.

Sick of all this fake shit.

Cutting into me like a prosthetic that doesn’t fit.

It seems like it’s all anyone wants though.

As I bite down on a bit.

Is there anyone who can love me without a smile?

Because I feel this could take a while.

But My spirit is grinning with a hint of gold shining through.

He said you’re not talking through your teeth.

Eating all this loss.

With the equal seeds lodged in between.

This cramped, yet enormous feat.

And I still can’t lie.

I still love her.

She held the pliers.

While I yanked the root.

Yelling I don’t need to hear I’m beautiful.

I need to hear the truth.

Seven minus one removed.

Six teeth removed keeps filling my mouth with the truth.