Tooth Fairy Epic Pt. 1

I've been pulling my own teeth out just to lore you in.

Ivory feathers feathers that when struck by sin, ring like chimes in the wind.

You're ceramic.

Your skin.

It's 3 AM.

Dead of summer and

I can smell the ocean.

She fills my bedroom with torment and desire.

Spiral eyes guiding me into ginger fires.

While an orange hollowed out Sun starts to expire.

It's at dusk.

She hunts. For new incisors.