Voiceless Words, Written Thoughts

Mariah Hickman
Nov 1 · 1 min read
Photo by Adrian Swancar on Unsplash

I don’t know the words that can cause blushed cheeks because my stained teeth don’t smile as wide.

The blood pulling from my gums make me nauseous and my spit turns venomous. The poisons current travels between the spaces of my crowned teeth and the black rings circling the metal give me toxicity.

Swallowing is a privilege reserved for the kind because without it I’d kill by just…

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Mariah Hickman

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🏳️‍🌈English major and communication minor with a passion for poetry! she/her Contact me: hickmm1@unlv.nevada.edu

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