Sugar High

I’m not much of sweet tooth,

sugar makes me sick.

Yet, maybe your sweet taste 

distorted my gums,

so the heaviness 

in my molars became 

my everyday.

Or was it the orange-flavored kiss 

you left behind,

that made me okay with 

hard candy stuck,

jammed in between 

my crooked teeth.

It’s normal, I told myself.

While, pieces of my enamel

turned into your meal,

letting you settle

in between my teeth.

Sugar coated and filled,

sticking to my cracked lips 

infesting, rotting, staining,

slowly clawing at my nerves

eroding all the away to

the bone.

The mint toothpaste 

wasn’t enough 

when the mirror told me,

the aches and bad breath 

isn’t love.

So I let my fingers 

crawl into my mouth,

twisting out my decaying tooth

from the root 

with a— snap.

The gap in my smile 

left the edges of 

my tongue iron sickened.

So now, your orange candy,

will never taste sweet again.