I tentatively part my lips
Then stretch my mouth out wide
My dentist climbs up on my hips
Then calmly steps inside.
She jabs and hacks and saws and drills
And bangs and burns my teeth.
She biffs and cuts, no ifs or buts
From he who’s underneath.
I twist and sweat from deep injections.
Tears come from my eyes.
Blood spraying out in all directions.
“You’ll be fine”, she lies.
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