poetry

Bruxed

Waking, fists clenching sheets

Jaw tight and weary of keeping it in

Mouth on fire, teeth rattle in my head

15 months of constant strife

This is now only a shell of a life.

The goal now met, now what?

Do I return to the status quo?

Shift my position?

Or move to something new?

A clicking jaw, feeling broken,

Ready to be whole once more.

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