sábado, 11 de abril de 2026

In the quiet of my toothache

 sliding down my saliva flood night

Toothache renders me useless

Howling into the dawn a lame animal

The cyclic pains of life coming to stay the weekend


the pillow pushes on the nerve and wakes me

the pain wrecks me, I roll and I fade

I give into the pain and it intensifies

sliding down my jaw


sliding down the last jarring emotion of dream

setting discomfort over my face

I must just bear it silence

I must just imitate the quiet

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