Lockjaw
My neck is tense
My jaw is too
Like my teeth are trying
to grind the ghost of you
It’s an old piece of gum
Long lost its flavor
Painful to chew
Yet I still want to savor
And so I chomp, and I grind
Until the rock turns to ash
I’m not chewing gum but chewing gums
No more teeth to mash
Yet I still bite
I eat air and I bleed
Down my chin to the floor
As I’m desperate to feed
I can taste my mistakes
Swallowing lessons better learned
Devouring myself
while convinced
flavor returned
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