The thought has teeth

And if it also had lips

They would be permanently curled

Into a smile

As if to say

"Sure, you did your best"

The thought has teeth

But has no mercy

The thought is casually cruel

Hanging on by terror

While you hang on for dear life

Around you they try to help

They whisper

They shout

They say it's not your fault

What could you have done

But the thought has teeth

And you have blood on your hands