Those teeth:
pearl white,
perfected.
Straight, sharp,
and no mistake:
they can cut.
It’s the color
(or lack of one)
that makes them
so scary. Nothing
but snow and
that tunnel entered
upon dying
should be that color
(or lack of one). If you
bite me, you unnatural
blinders, you mirrors
that do not reflect; if you
take any piece of me —
proud walk, working hands,
core muscles, wide view —
I assure you
that you shall choke
and in death you will not
remain unstained.
March 10th, 2017 at 6:16 pm
Creepy! Well done! 🙂