- Vol. 04
- Chapter 08

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Gums
Shadows lengthen, garish gums receding over the discoloured enamel of existence.
For this false female has endured enough; rotten roots entrenched in maxilla and mandible loosen on examination, calcium crumbles behind clean glass.
It’s only a matter of time before tombstone teeth fall like waves drawn out from the deep.