Teeth

May 4, 2017

I cannot open my mouth
My teeth are stuck with super glue,
Yet I bite down with fear they might open

They ache, my jaw muscles squeezing a dull flare
The fear pokes and stabs at my stomach
My lips quiver, I want to cry
But if I open my mouth I might die

My hands are cold, coiled into fists
My fingernails scrape holes into my palm
They shake at the force that I’m squeezing

I can’t move my head
They’ll see me
I don’t know who they are,
But I’ve known them my entire life
They’ll kill me






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