Everyone's thinner

but not everyone's reverent about it

Six of Swords

My teeth fall out most nights, rot, break off, turn to knives, bloody my gums, flay my tongue.

I’ve had nightmares as long as I’ve been old enough to remember my dreams. As a kid, I’d put off falling asleep, gathering my collection of stuffed animals around me—a pair of geese whose name I forget, my beloved Teddy, the other stuffed bear nam…