Wisdom Teeth

White daggers of bloody wisdom

Surface on rushes of saliva

Pushing to get past my lips

And escape me

I smell cleanliness

My head, pressed against

A grown mans stomach

I feel his breathing

And melt into his skin

Sliding thoughts of my father

Into his pores

Reshaping his existence

He pushes into my mouth

And pressure explodes from the roots of my teeth

To my nose

More saliva swells

Interrupted by white gauze

And the fear of breathing

I feel consciousness pressing down on me

And I slip into surrealism slowly,

Salty reality leaks out of my eyes

Imagined affection warms my face

Comfort combs the fear out of my hair

And I lay there

As his pressure hits me again

And again,

And again

Until my knowledge starts to crumble

A fortress, no longer able to protect

As he pulls his hand out

My terror,

Fixed on the ceiling

Softens into silk

And slithers out of the soles of my feet

In his wet, gloved fingers

He holds a shinny tooth.