We’re all the plaque
On the inside of teeth
Residing in hiding
wiping
The pretty smile off
Your face
We’re all fated to
A strict diet of gutter roaches
And the queen’s
Used maxi pads
But masking tape kicks
Match the blue in her eyes
The scabs on her face
and grinning gash
grieves for something
better
I dream of a merciful God
One who smiles
At meth heads and stray cats
Can you condemn
For the sin
You gave us?
Can you cast us aside
To a fate of eternal damnation
Is the image in which
You designed us in
So flawed?
Tarnished Silver 