The Earth was a marble in her mouth

A globe, slimy, knocking against teeth.

Dents created, whether glass or enamel,

cut. 

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Saliva and blood paint over blue faded beneath clouds

and green dead under winter white.

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Her tongue engulfs old dirt,

eating, eating all hurt

but she chokes on words 

trapped in a minuscule world.

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If she smiles, the globe sees light

but kept tight-lipped, and darkness leaps.