False teeth

The smile full
of wrinkles
touched

with tenderness
is gone -- lost
when

the bitterness
puckers her
tongue

she is no more.
that woman
she

promised she'd be
with home baked
pie

sour face
she bites in
to false teeth

-z

*note: first time writing a metrical poem. I don't like them, and try to stay away from them! I haven't gotten feedback from my Creative Writing teacher, so I'm not sure if this is the correct way to write a syllabic poem... she didn't give us a format. So critiques are welcomed!