the dentist

Always waking up with a mouthful of blood, spitting in the sink, aching body, been out at night without me again, leaving a train of red, with so many coats it shines, shimmers, glitters, blood mixed with spit pulling it down the street. I wash out the metal, but it still leaks into my mouth from my gums, I miss the flavor after covering it with minty paste, I can't hide myself much longer, it may be time to leave, letting myself slide down the drain. I spend the rest of the day, swallowing it, where does it all come from, this red liquid we call blood, it clots between my teeth, I pop a ticktack, hoping I don't breathe death on anyone, I'm tired no rest, I know I'll be up again with a mouthful of blood.