Smiling is a matter of biting
through.
It is a matter of biting
through, they say, and their words
become my thoughts, root
in my gums. I bite, grind
my teeth until they shatter.
My mouth bleeds vampire tears,
but I suck myself empty. I
bite. Bite on my teeth that
are stubs, bite through my teeth,
harder, harder, a little more -
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
PoetryThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
