yellow-orange by Andrea (15, California)

the dim fluorescent lights noisily pulse out a yellow-orange pattern into the violent liquid night, while
                i watch your jaundice yellow teeth that grin sharp & wet & sinister ​
                carelessly frame your mouth to fill it with sordid sin:
                                where else but beneath the chipped skin of your lips ​

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                                would sin lie? you told me that sin is where ​
                                the heart hides, but with spit careening down your jaw,
                it seemed as if you had
torn the pulsing arteries from your chest in a fit of lucid fury and
                shoved them into your yellow molars
                                to rot forever.