I Have Sensitive Teeth

you stand alone in the musk
you want to throw up from it all, but you can't
because their stinging words are stuck in your throat

 

you punish yourself in the corner
as they tell you to think about what you haven't done
and though you flinch, you do not move away

 

your chattering teeth echo in your empty mouth
knocking the razor into its usual place
next to the scar tissue and the Sensodyne toothpaste