Paper Teeth

You're writing on pieces of paper
Your left arm, not your right
You were right-handed
But sadly, not tonight

Your hair shivers and itches
Every moment you breathe
You shake and you wrangle
Trying hard to see.

But your bubbling vision fades
With great pain, and haste
Slowly they tumble out
Free from your wake

But you push them aside
And they fall just like pleasure
The game isn’t fun
And you have to take measures

Then there’s itching,
Again,
You grimace painfully

Your hollow skull is now itching manically

But your hand can’t stop writing
The last thing that you lost
You’ve seen a slice of heaven
Now witnessing its cost

Trembling pain rips through your body
It heats, 
and you shake enough,
to leave scratches on your page

But you have to continue,

Cold bone slices through gummy meat
Every crevice from brain to soul
Is warming up, and growing teeth

Molars, wisdom, sharp and dull
Are ripping teething as they grow
And pain is taking root and hold

Words escape your hollow mouth
Your skull, its jaws are hollow, shut
And your right hand
Makes a ripping sound
And blood pours on your neck
As it raises,

Your toothy smile looks at you
With humming eyes
That clatter with pain

And you can’t open your eyes in fright
For your last thought is fear
Fear you didn’t write enough
Fear what's left is teeth and blood

Not paper,
Or pen,
Or a name,
Or memory, 
Of what was written.

But a broken pile of teeth and mud
Watched by eyes from heaven above
Laying on the floor,
Rotting like pleasure.

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