she took out her teeth. replaced them with rocks. gnashed them against one another to watch the sparks fly in the mirror. she kissed her brother, one fell into his palm and he rolled it around on his fingertips. he put it in his pocket. the blood in her mouth was ignored, it tasted like cotton candy, reminded her of going to the amusement park and walking through the haunted house with her first girlfriend.
her teeth were kept in a mason jar above her bed. from time to time she would hold them in her two palms and lick them to remember what her mouth once tasted like. oil, metal, vinegar and death, she decided. she kept them up there for safe keeping and to scare the kids away. the only problem with all of this was that she stopped smiling to keep her new teeth in. every happy moment was given to someone else and pocketed for safe keeping.
one miserable day, she sat in the darkness of her room to keep herself from smiling, to keep her teeth to herself. she was looking at a book about violins and chuckled, inhaled a black rock that had been jagged over time from the gnashing. She choked: trying to spit it up only cause it to rip apart her esophagus, an unfamiliar blood trickled up her throat, dark and tasting of rat poison. when they found her body it was covered in dead rats that had eaten away at her skin. it was considered a suicide.
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