You’re a sucker for broken teeth. Every time you swing- you aim for the jaw. I throw words laced in venom- but you throw fists. I wonder what type of catastrophe will unfold when both our worlds meet. A stellar collision will make the sky look like a waterfall and I’ll pick up my broken teeth on my hands and knees. I’ll place them back together like puzzle pieces while everyone is too busy staring at the sky. We’ll decide to stay in opposite corners of the universe where my bones will be safe – but you’ll still hear my words like a siren. I hope it keeps you up at night- gnaws at your peace. Stitches from every scar will burst open and you’ll bleed out. And every so often you’ll see a smile like mine- broken teeth and all. You’ll feel a twisting in your gut and remember the damage. You’ll wonder why the stars look crooked in your dreams. You’ll walk around with broken hands- fingers mangled bent back. You’ll make a scene. You’ll make a fucking mess of yourself.. -AMT ©️