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Front Teeth

burning-green-clouds

Front teeth on grey concrete,
cry stilled by wonder. Silence
between shock and pain
displaced. Clouds knuckle-white
hovered. The choice was there
to shatter further.

But no.

She picked up those teeth, her teeth,
unhinged doors of a toy car.
Her tongue groped for shards
that clung to flesh.
Her hand grew immense,
gathered sky, road,
and all of her into one
tight fist.

How she stared down
at every one.

-o-


This also appears on Helium.  Not very popular there, which reveals more about the readers and members there than about the piece.  Or does it?