The shrieking drill
Is cold like
Frozen metal
In your mouth
Imparting bits of tooth
In the path of suction.

The pain is the least of it
It’s the strange discomfort
Of half a dozen
Contraptions and tools
All crammed
In your mouth
Making it hard
To breathe
Or swallow

Wish humans
Were designed differently
With fewer functions
In the same
Precarious place.

Wish my mouth was not
An expensive battleground
Sucking me dry
Delaying decay
Filling me with
The plaque of hope

Yearning for a bit of time
With no pain
And a dark hole
Demanding payment.


(artwork is Teeth by vladstudio from DevArt)

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