Milkteeth and Seventeen

<p>I feel as though my life has been mercilessly rearranged; tilted toward some bright and perhaps at that a terrible fate. Ever since the morning I awoke to my milk teeth's return in wax pooling beneath my ribs; I’ve been moving through the world with dazed reverence of a dead man. For the most part I’ve two companions aswell. A cunning vixen and an actual dead man. Posing opposite arguments. Am I to choose between youth and yearn at the fragile age of seventeen? Will one of them set my curse free?</p>