Saturday, March 8, 2025

Tooth

 

Tooth

 

The crunch was alarming.

Her brows knitted together in consternation as she chewed.

She swallowed and her tongue probed her mouth cautiously, and yep, there it was.

At her age, proof of her decrepitude looked back at her every time she looked into the mirror.

She saw her brown hair turning silver, and the “smile lines” around her eyes and mouth, and what the fuck was going on with her neck?

Gravity was clawing at her figure, and for some reason, her feet were getting bigger.

But nothing made her feel older than a tooth imploding while she was eating.

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