National Poetry Month, Day 1

So, today begins National Poetry Month, which for me and all my geeky poetry friends, means party time. Every year there is this challenge to write thirty poems in thirty days (which is hard and downright ridiculous, honestly) but this year, I’ve decided to give it a go!



is just so hard
to explain.

Imagine waking up
and someone,
a stranger,

has you strapped down,
has pliers shoved
into your mouth,
gripping a tooth

somewhere in the back,
one of the big
important ones,

and rips it out.

Imagine the knocking
in your head,
the pressure pushing
through your ears,
the blood pooling.

But the worst part,
the absolute worst part,

is the constant slipping
of your tongue
into the new empty space,
where you know

a tooth is supposed to be

but ain’t no more.


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