• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 08

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.

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