teeth

the teeth are in my skin
ripping off chunks of my flesh
biting off, then digging in
if this is a game then i'm not going to win

even now i dare to dream
of a blistering summer sun
to lie down on the forest floor
and hear the rivers run

but the mad glint in the eyes of life
is sharper than the edge of any knife
there is no method to this chaotic strife
and the dissonance is rife

so i sit and focus on the teeth
that come for me again
i offer up my chunks of flesh
and ignore the pain


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happy new year, fellow travelers.