Itchy Teeth - Marika Hackman

I’ve been left

To lick my wounds

For too long

Down to bone

Calloused tongue

Itchy teeth

Metal mouth with rubber gums

I can’t talk now

Hold me for an hour

Flowers bloom in less

We’ll brace this crumbling tower

The harvest of distress

Eke me out

Make me last

I am a broken ship

A sinking mast

You filled me up

And made the holes

With fingertips

Red nails and cutting words

Patch me up