Considering a toothache. Contains content which may offend.

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I grind my teeth as I feel the burn of poison
drip drip dripping
out of the cracks of tectonic plates
colliding together in the back upper right of my
mouth

I took three codeine hoping it’d help me cope with
work
but I have to lay my thudding heart
on the cold stone floor
because the fucking idiot who gave them to me
couldn’t understand the difference between codeine and co-codamol

fuck’s sake

imagine dying of a toothache
like it’s ancient Egypt or 1368

Penny Tigerlily Lane is a Margate-based spoken word poet and host of Dead Island Poets Society.

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