Assumptions

White powder fills my mouth.

I have ground something.

Something finer than

Either of us have felt before.

It is something organic

Something bodily destroyed.

It is my own teeth

Transformed into expressiveness.

I am not what you think I am.

I am heavier

Angrier

Finer

Dispersed.

I am less.

I am much more.

I'm really good at the things I hate.

I hurt less than I like to admit.