Ouch. Ow. Mucho dolor.
Beauty is pain.
Is this beauty worth the pain?
Is this pain worth the beauty?
My two front teeth, reshaped and reduced
now lie unobstrusively
along my row of pearly whites.
But where are my teeth?
All I see is metal.
All I feel is sharpness and bulk.
My voice is no longer my own--
I lisp, I mumble, I spit.
Gross!
I wonder where those pliers went....
1 comment:
You already have a great smile, why? I bet it will be gorgeous afterwards.
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