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Decaying Enamel


Rab Steed

The brown line on the back of what should be a smooth white surface resembles the brown that forms a ring around a dirty toilet. A dirty toilet is what I have created. The scraping, the retching, the pain, it feels so satisfying. The mirror reveals the hurt; the circles show the truth and brown is the damage. The burning is the satisfaction and the flood, success. Tears are the effect. At the sight I feel overwhelmed, I loose my breath, I canít comprehend it. I have created my own drug, my own addiction, itís natural. Iíve punished myself, two years. I can destroy myself, just watch. Slowly, Iíll rot, Iíll decay, and Iíll emit a foul smell. My hair will thin, my face will swell and Iíll grow another set of eyes...Iíll be pretty.

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