CowsinTrees (Ireland) published:

To the Girl at the Orthodontist

PROMPT: Song Writing Competition 2021

You stand there at the threshhold
With a face that feels half numb
Your mouth aches red and painful
Probing new holes in your gum
Now it really just annoys you
That he always calls you ‘petal’
But with a lisp – no argument
You force a smile through metal
Traintracks in your mouth
And things are going south
You’re going places
This whole thing’s unexpected
This whole growing up’s reflected
In your braces
You stand...

2 months ago