I think about my chipped tooth and the way you shook your hand after throwing the punch

 

Blood dripping from your knuckles and down your fingers

 

It splattered against the asphalt

 

Crimson mixed with salvia as I spat the words you made me eat back out

 

Metallic and salt taste a lot like shame and guilt

 

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand

you wrapped your hand in an old t shirt

 

I find myself still running my tongue over the chipped tooth

no longer sharp and jagged

now a smooth indention

 

A piece of me changed by you

You took so much

And left nothing but broken parts