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Jenbrookify
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In the days after my injury I sat with a swollen face and a ripped mouth.
Every time I think about it my head pounds, my teeth hurt, the taste of blood rushes to my mouth.
I see myself in the mirror for the first time. Gaping holes. Misplaced teeth. Blood. Everywhere. Purple face.
I touch my tongue to the roof of my mouth again to feel the numb rubber and bone that is the top of my mouth. Folds where they shouldn't be.
I can't close my mouth. Don't close your mouth. Don't close your mouth. I can't close my mouth. You can't let yourself close your mouth.
My head pounds. My tears sting. The salty mixture in my mouth that is tears and blood. Blood. Everywhere. Bruised face. The empty space behind my upper lip.
Why can't I close my mouth? I touch my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Rubber. Bone. Blood.
The first shot. A needle in my mouth. I want to go to sleep. I want to wake up fixed. It stings. No, it vibrates. Waves of pain from the intrusion to my broken flesh. Water. Needles. Thread. A firm hold on my bones. The squish. The crack. A grinding. Next the teeth. A gurgle. More blood. More water. Blood. Pressure.
It wears off. I'm in the car. The pounding begins. It doesn't end for months. The braces catch on my stitches. Blood. My teeth tap together. Pain. My tongue brushes the roof of my mouth. Rubber.
"How did you manage to do that?"
"I don't know. It happened in my sleep."
"Oh my god really? That's so weird haha"
hahahHAHahaAhaahahahAHAHAHAHAhaAHhaaHA
So funny. The tears come and go. From the pain; from the pounding, tearing, pain. From the fear. From the ache. From the exhaustion.
My lips are huge. I can't close my mouth. Rubber. Pain. Blood.
I am bruised. I am swollen. I am tired. I cannot fight. I am weak.
My head pounds.
"How are you?"
"I'm ok."
"How bad is it? When are you coming back?"
"I don't know. I'm not pretty."
"What do you look like?"
I go to take a picture with my phone and realize I haven't looked since the first time. I am swollen. I am bruised. I am tired.
I am exhausted. I am scared. It hurts.
Every time I think about it my head pounds, my teeth hurt, the taste of blood rushes to my mouth.
I see myself in the mirror for the first time. Gaping holes. Misplaced teeth. Blood. Everywhere. Purple face.
I touch my tongue to the roof of my mouth again to feel the numb rubber and bone that is the top of my mouth. Folds where they shouldn't be.
I can't close my mouth. Don't close your mouth. Don't close your mouth. I can't close my mouth. You can't let yourself close your mouth.
My head pounds. My tears sting. The salty mixture in my mouth that is tears and blood. Blood. Everywhere. Bruised face. The empty space behind my upper lip.
Why can't I close my mouth? I touch my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Rubber. Bone. Blood.
The first shot. A needle in my mouth. I want to go to sleep. I want to wake up fixed. It stings. No, it vibrates. Waves of pain from the intrusion to my broken flesh. Water. Needles. Thread. A firm hold on my bones. The squish. The crack. A grinding. Next the teeth. A gurgle. More blood. More water. Blood. Pressure.
It wears off. I'm in the car. The pounding begins. It doesn't end for months. The braces catch on my stitches. Blood. My teeth tap together. Pain. My tongue brushes the roof of my mouth. Rubber.
"How did you manage to do that?"
"I don't know. It happened in my sleep."
"Oh my god really? That's so weird haha"
hahahHAHahaAhaahahahAHAHAHAHAhaAHhaaHA
So funny. The tears come and go. From the pain; from the pounding, tearing, pain. From the fear. From the ache. From the exhaustion.
My lips are huge. I can't close my mouth. Rubber. Pain. Blood.
I am bruised. I am swollen. I am tired. I cannot fight. I am weak.
My head pounds.
"How are you?"
"I'm ok."
"How bad is it? When are you coming back?"
"I don't know. I'm not pretty."
"What do you look like?"
I go to take a picture with my phone and realize I haven't looked since the first time. I am swollen. I am bruised. I am tired.
I am exhausted. I am scared. It hurts.
