Beneath the Teeth

In dreams they come, a clenching bite,

Rows of teeth, bone-white, too tight.

A gnashing sound, a grating grind,

A hunger that’s not kind.

Through shadows deep, they glisten, gleam,

Sharp edges lurking in the seam

Of midnight’s breath, so close, so near,

They snap with every flicker of fear.

Some say it’s nightmares, fleeting, brief,

But I feel them just beneath.

Waiting, lurking, fierce and neat,

A smile of teeth beneath my feet.

So, walk softly; do not stray,

Or you may find they’re here to stay.

A bite, a snap, and then you’re gone,

A feast for teeth, the dark their song.