Gingivitis

The doctor preps his tools, then begins the procedure...

Whilst hammering rusty nails into my cavities, the doctor instructs me.

"Don't flinch! We just started. Too many sweet treats, that's what's causing the pain.

Now open wide, wider! Good. Now stay like that or no treat for you!"

Tears sprinting across my lips are the only lubricant to my chapped,

stretching mouth.

Swallowing the gargles of blood as it clogs my throat, to keep from making a mess.

Keeping quiet as the doctor huffs and finishes his work.

...

With inflammation, I am infected with disgust.

Left in a locked room, with someone I was supposed to trust.

Innocence that once stained my teeth, the doctor called plaque.

"Don't forget your candy." he says. "See you when you come back."

-David N. Baker

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