MOUFS wit TOOFS

Here's a chance, a window. My teeth bleed and bleed when I brush 'em. I am amazed at how the blood replenishes, that it can seep out of em like that. I try to be light about the brushing. I even try to think about my gums. Slow circle like my dentist uncle says, but the froth can just overwhelm it all. Suddenly I am wildly cranking my arm, shoving that plastic and straw all around my gaping hole. Then you can see the white suds tint in my mouth, the blood start to work it's way out of the gums and into the foam. I just want to spit out right then and there. Want to see all that blood splattered on the sink. I have to contain myself to get through a sufficient brushing. When I look at the gums they are sorta pink and fleshy, we'll call it healthy. That's when I'm just passing by, just inspecting my teeth to make sure they aren't slipping out of my head. Now when I really look, really hold my eye to the mirror and view the mouth, now that's when I freak myself out of myself. I see the indent of red as hell gums, it looks like my mouth is shoving my teeth outward, shedding them. It's a blood red mountain puffing up densely packed in ash, my teeth have a nasty line on the bottom, all jagged and slightly brown and yellow, a subtle line before they rise into my front teeth, little masher things with splintered ridges. The gums that support them look like a zombie's mouth. How shallow is this whole hole of a mouth? When is it gonna give out? The blood stop replenishing till it just wastes away, scabs over and seals me inward? I don't know, but when I brush my teeth it's thrilling, leaking that blood is thrilling, rushing this brush and paste across my teeth, following instructions all while unsure what the hell it means other than mintiness. Now I just need to floss and write about that, then I'll be all good in the mouth.