the teeth that can be saved
These are teeth that have been up to things she hasn’t known about
Context
The dream turns the mouth into the archive of the whole hidden history: endless reserve rows of red-tipped canines, the teeth "of a creature that carelessly tears at meat," receding down a black pipe — the self she stopped attending to shown back to her as something carnivorous she never watched. And over it, not cancelling the terror but sharing the frame with it, recovery's exact promise: that these can be saved.