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Craving Violence
I got 8 teeth pulled at a very young age,
I remember feeling them slip from my gums as my bones creaked and cracked.
The dentist held up my bloody teeth and said to me,
Wow I’ve never seen roots so big and long on a child!
I watched him admire my bloody tooth,
I felt oddly proud.
He gave me my teeth in a little box,
They shook around in their case the whole way home.
I once got a fight with a kid 3 grades above me,
He hit his knuckles into the right side of my mouth.
I felt the metal of my braces slice into my lips,
I tasted blood and mint.
The bruise on the top of my cheekbones was dark purple,
And my gums were bruised.
My friends pressed on the tender skin and said to me,
Those look so cool.
I watched them admire the blood pooling and swollen skin,
I felt oddly proud.
I got suspended for a week,
I ran my tongue over my gums the whole way home.
I remember feeling them slip from my gums as my bones creaked and cracked.
The dentist held up my bloody teeth and said to me,
Wow I’ve never seen roots so big and long on a child!
I watched him admire my bloody tooth,
I felt oddly proud.
He gave me my teeth in a little box,
They shook around in their case the whole way home.
I once got a fight with a kid 3 grades above me,
He hit his knuckles into the right side of my mouth.
I felt the metal of my braces slice into my lips,
I tasted blood and mint.
The bruise on the top of my cheekbones was dark purple,
And my gums were bruised.
My friends pressed on the tender skin and said to me,
Those look so cool.
I watched them admire the blood pooling and swollen skin,
I felt oddly proud.
I got suspended for a week,
I ran my tongue over my gums the whole way home.
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