Crashed my car in the winter
Bills started piling up
Walked the hospital December
Praying for some way out
Knocked a tooth loose somewhere
When the firemen carried me up
And knocked my head against the mirror
Now it's lodged in my ribcage.
It rotted a cavity away
Smelling like grease and fat and sadness
That yawning maw of dental alienness
With my veins wrapped in festivity
Sedate me when the pain comes
None of that Tylenol bullshit
Whispers of morphine almost helped
Now I'm on harder stuff
Lick a rubber like it's my father's
And the taste of pressure on my arm
As it clamps the holiday lights off
Before the flick of a lighter and burn of a shot
I'm crushed when it doesn't help.
The high isn't high when you're already six feet under
No nicotine is gonna fix the unfixable
There's a tooth where it shouldn't be.
They talked about surgeries.
Slicing away the dead meat from the dead heart
And let the blood push dead cells into a dying brain
No matter the cost, they said.
Except the cost did matter.
I crashed my car last December.
Lost a tooth somehow on the way out.
Sometimes I think I'm lucky to be driving.
Sometimes I think I'm better off veering into oncoming traffic.
Hopefully someone's body will cradle mine as we die in an inferno of steel and glass.
Were we so lucky.
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