teeth

Blinking the dream away didn't work. Reflexively, he chewed in rhythm to some internal instinct in click clicking of teeth like glass, then sudden crunching, chipping, chewing shards of nerve endings and bone which wore away and shattered eroding against gums. He sat in quiet horror, disconnected from human pain but aware of the vivid, focused texture and distinct noise of squeaking grinding broken teeth against teeth. Layers of porcelain cells grew thinner and a wave of fleeting disgust contracted up his spine to open his mouth, a rush of blood and saliva tempered with jagged chunks of dead teeth pouring and dripping out slowly in gaps and pulses. Dropping the mixture through fingers, his tongue felt another flood of sharpness slide through lips and noisily, still chewing and crunching, crushing, crunching. His hands were trembling in the aftershock of foggy, unfocused fixtures and then he was empty and ran his fingers gently over unwounded gums, bare, smooth, clean.