so I ruminate,
and amalgamate grief with riddles,
I pollute my mind until the gutter becomes filthy,
until it is full, until it cannot take anymore until it bursts,
litter the blood with old fairy tales,
scurry over the scars with a faint touch,
I ruminate, and facilitate this jargon,
irrationality over teeth, ticking,
one by one, even the wisdom in me couldn’t be pulled out in times of now,
pearly whites, laid out,
odd shapes, jaws out of line, full of tension,
waxing crescent, bless me into existence…