Filthy Smile

You cannot wipe off a permanent grin

even in the presence of fear.

Loyalty cannot be covered in mud, nor can love

be washed off with a quick rinse.

The teeth tell the truth of where we have been

and what we have consumed.

Glee and growls, as we tear through our prey of doubt

fueled by a carnivorous curiosity.

Consumed by a fever of companionship, we show

our colors as the palette drips and drools.

The days linger on with lonely lips closed

clamoring quietly for a crowbar

to open them.

Wanting to show our filthy smile

to show where we have been.