Itchy Teeth

I’ve been left
To lick my wounds
For too long
Down to bone
Calloused tongue
Itchy teeth
Metal mouth with rubber gums
I can’t talk now
Hold me for an hour
Flowers bloom in less
We’ll brace this crumbling tower
The harvest of distress
Eke me out
Make me last
I am a broken ship
A sinking mast
You filled me up
And made the holes
With fingertips
Red nails and cutting words
Patch me up