I plucked one of my molars with my thumb and index finger and felt my tongue brush over the empty space. It tasted like salt.
I began to chew and felt the rest of my teeth crumble and crunch. They were made of pebbles collapsing against each other until they were tiny white grains which I spat onto the floor in a red puddle.
I looked at the man in front of me. His voice filled my ears: “Again, do it again.”
I nodded and opened my mouth reaching for another. I didn’t want to disappoint.