The Touch in the Teeth

I want to reach through this screen and pull out your teeth. Don’t you see it? The bulge of the pixels right about here. One finger popping through, transparent but of a form that tells an eye “finger”. Then you might see a few knuckle hairs waving as they spring back to complacency. You might notice as I part your lips, but would you care so much as to stop me? I know the last time a man came through your screen and touched you. It’s been too long. You were but a child and it was only your hair he played with.

I mean to rip incisors. Everybody knows that fairy pays double if the teeth aren’t yours.

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