Perhaps, My worst nightmare is to
Lean back in that hard chair,
With blaring lights blinding my eyes,
I lay torpid as if my body was strapped.
With his chest dragging him to my face,
& Then Tada! There will be everything,
Black holes that lead no where,
& Plague to be removed,
Right inside my mouth!!
Then he took out his steel & hammer,
Like an expert work man, He begins his rigorous craft!!!
Scrapping, scritching, spitting blood.
The drill, the smile of a sadist
Squealing torture, my mouth on rack.
The crooked forceps & pliers
Made all the nerve in my head irk.
& All the distractions I design,
All the fairy tales I fabricate,
Will be now in vain!!
I clunch my fist,
try to breathe
& Ponder myself with what it might be
When a single needle is out of place!
Would it be easier
If we could excavate all the decay
With a drill &
replace it with a Shining pearl cap!!!!
~//A girl who is tired of her every single teeth\\\\