chatter

this mouth is a city
molars hanging above,
threatening
and below,
as houses.
until one day,
the mouth closes, and crushes
a city.
nerves are severed, in the process
just like electrical
wires.

this mouth is cement teeth
one bite and
secrets are sealed forever
teeth solid, yet
with pressure, they melt.

you are a singular being
on a slingshot
navigating your way
through this world.
you feel as if
you are playing a simulation game
of a simulation game.
rowing a fake boat
to row a fake boat
to victory.

tiny demons
black,
they crawl across where
fingers play symphonies
of words and conversations.
an iron fist cracks down,
a plastic disk
or soft beige fingers, more likely
and an end to a life is
born.

it lays,
in plain sight:
disgusting.
forever until a clean sweep
rolls into town
and snatches it away.
and then it will decay
until there is nothing left but
the memory in one
little girls mind.
a landfill,
forever,
until the day.