I’d start an OF but I’m not suppose to reveal our secret that women’s bodies actually look like this. And that movie Teeth was real. She’s just not that into your soul enough to show you.
One by one, my memories come loose in my mouth. I press my tongue against them absentmindedly, taste the blood, feel their sharp edges imprint in my gums.
One by one, I pull them out, rolling them in my cheek and placing them beneath my pillow; when I awake each memory is gone, a shimmering dollar bill in it’s place.
One by one, new memories grow in, bigger, sharper, and pearlier than the last.
