My teeth are made of Amber

Trapping words like mosquitoes, dripping down

Sticky with the passing time

And while few escape, most do not

Stuck in rock, melting heat

Searing cold and pressure hardening cells

Keeping the words behind my tongue

Tumbling down to the pit of my stomach

A sharp thump that weighs me down

They splinter and fragment until there’s nothing left

Words buzzing with unrealized potential

Struggling against the trap, that cavity

Dripping oozing flowing 

Amber smile, amber grimace, amber bite

Mosquito words trapped in place

Discovered years later

Or lost to time