Black toothed grin

Teeth of the people. Crooked as fuck, Broken and slintered. A pile of Needles and scags tumbled effortlessly at best into the mouths of those around me by someone on an ether huffing delirium. Aged carefully in swills of coffee and nicotine. Left to the elements clinging desperately to receding gums of stench most foul. Some unaccounted for and others turning delicious shades of brown through black. Smiles are not fashionable on everyone