Open wide

618789383f2ea0949f986a2757bfb731Here the unsaid

Rests her weary head

Dropsy Titania

Tarnished blade sheathed

The hard mouth of discipline

Come down from the mountains

The muslin of her dress

Hung still dripping

Her fingers wreathed in silver

Blown glass suspending

Filaments of metal

As she would, pull from her mouth

Precious cavities filled with toxin

Permitting her wood-worked smile

And show you

What lies behind

This prettied veneer

8 thoughts on “Open wide

  1. What need of a false smile? A mask to hide shame? Or, rage? Or a poison mixed of both? Painted on it is to hide the corrosion that eats within?

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