I have no mouth, and I'm trying to be positive about it. I used to have one, with a tongue, teeth, gums— all standard issue— but I lost it a few months back. My smooth-talker fell behind the couch, after I mouthed it off for stubbing my toe— and was never heard from again.
The cat probably got it, tongue and all. I don't blame her though, the dry kibble I feed her isn't exactly luxury.
It took me a while to get used to life without a mouth. I have to rely on my legs to run now, and I chew on thoughts instead of food.
On the bright side, nothing leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and I can't put my foot in it anymore. I don't even remember the last time I had to kiss up to my boss!
It's given me a unique perspective on life, and that— well, it doesn't put a smile on my face, but it can't hang a frown there, either.
You always have such a creative way with words. I do hope your mouth returns soon, though. Sending hugs. <3
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