Broken Smile

Random poem jotted down

It’s as if a hinge is 

rusted

and my jaw is stuck

in a place between a smile

and a frown

leaving a grimace to rest there

where muscles ache

and lips feel

snarled

to the point of nervous licking

in attempts to hydrate the tissue 

the faces give me reason to

doubt

uncertainty further weighs the upper portion

the corners drop

and I feel a small tremor

Where joy was once painted

now I can no longer tell

if my face is 

friendly

or if I growl instead

my brows feel heavy, drawing towards the 

center of my face

and I wonder if they

wonder if I’m

Broken.