Toothbrush

Blood spits on the
 Vanity mirror
Plastic wire
 Ripping through
   Naked gums
Digging railtracks
In hot violent
Dashes
And then the white tube
Of army cream
Is oppressed to shoot forth
Mint repentance
for our plentiful lies

we thoroughly wash in
fierce whirling storms
till our soldiers squeak
ready
for another
productive bloody day.

 

 

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