i bite into a glass bowl.
it's fragile, it breaks easily.
it shatters on my tongue,
in my mouth.
my teeth are strong.
i have 3 fake teeth.
two on each side, minus one.
they help me break up the glass.
i swallow the small pieces.
my throat gets cut up,
i swallow my blood.
interal bleeding,
the glass cuts.
the glass melts,
hell is ignited within me,
the glass melts.
my cells absorb the liquid and save the nutrients,
and then gives the other useful materials to some parts of my body.
such as my mouth.
my yellow teeth fall out,
the wire braces come with.
they sit on my tongue,
as clear teeth of glass start to grow.
stronger, not-at-all fragile teeth i have.
i start crunching up my old bones and metal,
and have them go to my stomach.
my cells collect the nutrients,
my spine gets stronger.
i smile,
smile wide with my perfectly straight teeth.
although, i don't think anyone believes my fake, stale, crumbling happiness.
my smile is see through.

July 13th, 2019