Monday, January 12, 2015

Candy Store

my teeth are
falling apart

pockets and holes
nooks and crannies
smell of black oil mucus
dipped and sparkling
candy shell
high fructose corn syrup
ladled into open wounds
ghastly surfaces
hidden beneath reddened

there's decay slipping
into my thoughts
an aching head
strange dreams on
white powdered
pills dissolving
in candied mush

my sense of self
is being remade.

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