and the sides of my face sore
(like the times they hit me)
(a throbbing ache)
I grit my teeth in the day
and grind them in my sleep.
I mistake the pain for rotting
cavities, you see the holes
whenever I speak.
Gibberish, small talk,
my mouth hanging wide open,
I pay my dentist for his time.
(did he even understand a word?)
What a relief, these mandatory masks.
They no longer have to see
the artificially-aligned teeth
and oft-rehearsed smile.
Now they regard me
straight into my empty eyes,
the empty eyes.
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