AIMEE TACON  porcelain smile, meet  porcelain teeth. shake hands now   frozen grip, stiff lip  cold meets colder still  do my fingers warm you, then?  pressure tips, heart skips –   irresponsible   hollow girl has lost her heart  tore straight through her chest  empty girl speak up   write your poem, write it wrong  which doll stole your … Continue reading PORCELAIN TEETH