Giggle
Giggle.
Pulling of tiny teeth,
shiny and silver-capped,
brings about spurts of blood.
Leaking in long pink rivets,
waterfalling over the corners
of my lips.
I smile,
a dripping ruby-smeared smile.
My drug-addled mind
left fearless,
doubtless.
I keep laughing:
Giggle.
My dad grimaces.
His chocolate truffles for orbs,
always staying on my matching macaroons.
His melanin-rich muscles,
barely developed,
tense tightly.
A beat passes,
in silence,
I stick out my pink tongue.
Wiggling it,
through a crimson toothless gap.
My pink worm of a muscle squelches,
loudly.
I cringe at the noise,
but still,
my grin doesn't fade.
Giggle.
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