Tooth Transplant
By Nithya R
As bumpy as a rough trail.
Rough and spiky as a jagged scale on a snake.
It would speak, “I help you a lot but you
don’t need me now.”
It’s like a sloth.
If it was a world it would
be a factory making hard metals.
Tastes like chicken curry and saliva.
A silver cliff
It wobbles like a nervous person.
All I know it came into my body
then came out of me.
It used to protect me from a brown, dissolving curse.
People say, “It is gold.”