turning_red raze i could have had perfect teeth, pale and pristine and straight as the silk spun by an orb weaver. after the ruined mountain of my mouth was bombed back into place by transparent plastic and merciless metal wires, i watched the flesh of an unctuous apple run red with the blood my gums gave, ground down by a night guard that tasted like torment and sour spit. i threw away what i didn't need and let nature take its course. now these crooked fangs are faded and rotten as the rest of me. 260602 what's it to you? who go blather from