midnight motorway noises

My mouth feels full of too many teeth tearing through tongue and ripping my gums. No sooner sprouted they begin to wobble and I spit them out bloody.

I sit sheepish as the others collect my irregularities, string them together and put them on like daisy chain crowns.

I remain, sitting on my hands,
wiv
foughts
and
words
what
sit
uncomfy
in
me
mouf and fumble among the teeth to find my r, my l and my o.