Molars

He collapsed into fists, and his fingers burned.
-He spent shadows growing tall and thin.

-He had hardly lived, was only just a man, when he was consumed.
-He might have smoked a briar pipe, might have worn a monocle, but instead he ATE.
-He never dreamt of teeth, never dreamt of molars, growing where they should not be.

-He crafted knots using miles of throat.

-He screamed with chipped enamel, blistered airways flecked and sprayed with digestive juice.

-He fingertips, he broken lips.

[PART 2]
Whoa-oh-oh and so forth.

[PART 3]
-He wasted memory, his smallclothes eaten.
-He fashionably undone, his crepe-covered family.