My teeth were falling out of my mouth. Just dropping out as I ran my tongue against them.
My mouth filled with teeth. No blood or pain. Just teeth in a bowl and me in shock.
My mother was repulsed, my father laughed, my step father swore at me to try and get a reaction. I ignored him and felt at least good about that.
My sister had brought me the bowl, but she seemed nervous.
I started cursing the Covid vaccines.
I slowly woke — fully expecting to feel my gums in pockets and only a few teeth left.
But my teeth are all here.
My cholesterol is high, my spirits are low, but I still have my teeth.
My mother is dead, my father is dead.
My stepfather can’t hurt me again.
My sister is distant, but can’t hurt me anymore.
I will rest. I will rest.
I will work if I can.
I will rest.
I still have my teeth.
Pig in a Dragon year is cursed.
Funny. Things you throw out boomerang back.
My life had been filled with cortisol and stress and fear.
A life of fear. Not good for the heart or cortisol or triglycerides. My mind and body a chemistry set that serves up my soul.
I am tired and sad.
I will rest.
