why are teeth so savage. primal. wolfish, almost. it reminds me of the phrase 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. porcelain white yet razor sharp. a smile; a grind. an angelic knife. oh faulty device of man bordering between the domestic & the cannibal. what pain you could cause me! what terror. what dysfunctional hours. i twist in pain praying i twisted with it out of a heartbreak instead. (& now there’s a mini earthquake as i’m typing this.) and yet it matters more that i pull you out.
