Day 21: Hands, Wrists, Teeth
Hands, wrists, and teeth,
look all around the rack;
your body loves you dearly,
so please thank it back.
Your hands are building tools;
They're there to hold your things,
by handing them over stools
as homes to beautiful rings.
Long fingers, visible veins,
and nails well taken care of
meant to link in pinky promises,
or flipped to wave all hate off.
A structure taught not to be evil
with veins visible for injections,
a language assigned for deaf people
bitten in anger from rejections.
Your wrists hold your hands together.
They're the writing joint for wisdom;
A good calligrapher's career pivot,
and an author's support system.
Host to bracelets and watches,
and promises engraved within;
It's where your pulse and fevers lie,
so listen to them give in.
The first to be tied in arrests,
and kidnappings meant for harm;
thin and bony, when broken,
make you scream out in alarm.
Your teeth reflect your health, mate.
They're a dead giveaway at that!
Look out for their decay rate,
then try to lay it flat.
Biting and chewing on everything,
they crunch chips just for you;
With all that yellow and cavities,
right now you know what to do!
But wait, it doesn't end here;
There's something we all hide.
Don't believe whatever you hear;
No straight rules are applied.
Even pearly smiles and joyful laughs
can hold deep truths inside.
Just read between the lines, dear,
when all red flags collide.
_____________________________________
A/N; Wow, I was so close to missing the deadline but thankfully managed to scrape it out and try to make as much sense of it as possible.
Hope you all like it!
YOU ARE READING
Escapril - A Collection Of Written Poetry
PoetryIn times of nothing but panic and existential crises, one can only do that which they truly desire. I desire nothing but serenity with a ting of freshly brewed coffee, that which I find in reading underrated works and writing ones of my own. Record...
