Teeth

by Deborah Edwards

If vaginas had teeth,
she said,
Would you still want me?
he was silent
and the only sounds
were of him sliding his pants back on
and the closing of the door.
he left his wallet and his shoes
but never returned.
her body was found
three days later,
the investigators perplexed,
the forensics team horrified—
she'd died,
not from alien invasion,
but from her own growth
of vengeful molars
meant for all who might come
after.