Rotten Teeth

My teeth used to

Be perfect like shiny

And new.

Such a bright smile

For a fat girl with no tiny

Waist to fit a 6.

I had treats grow in my mouth

Like a chocolate garden

That threw up sprinkles.

I turned my throat into a graveyard,

Teeth into its killer and the water

Beneath me it's heaven and

Savior.

I can still smell it on my hands,

See the bones make appearance,

I stop again and start again

To rid what lives inside

My stomach.

I say hello and goodbye.

I turned my body into graveyard

But as long as I’m becoming

Skinny…

I’ll be fine. Right?

As I become rotten

Teeth.