Cancerous black holes falling through the joints of jaw. Locking it down, locking it up and making the brain wince on each movement. A hollow movement like a whistling ghost diving into organ pipes.
Another possibility includes the smashing endeavour of a wisdom tooth looking to make itself known to the rest of the gum gang. A fact and feat still not too far off with three of four already holding vigil in the back line.
Last call casualty leaves the brittle broken bones crying out for the night and for the day. Crippling effect with gristle and the shifting of tendons blasting caps louder than the red tops on the railway tracks.
Three weeks and on, the chance to see the problem vanishes. Nothing left to lose and nothing left to reference. Pain is an insane game and the winner is the one that outlasts the other.
Friday, 28 April 2006 - 07:16
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