American Gods

a sledgehammer to the face. whhhhack. and i lose every tooth in my head. I am now as ugly as i feel.

I twist and pull at the bloody stragglers left behind. I don't wipe away the blood from my chin, or my chest. I want to feel it's warmth and fluidity. I bathe in the gore of my blood-soaked misfortune.

my nose is broken; my eyes are beginning to swell. I will wear this wound, this battle, for awhile. My bruises will post a 'no trespassing' sign, to anyone who may wish to enter.

My smile, now crooked and gummy, shines through. Because with that blow, the pain is over.