I’m in the dentists office
The metal is scraping against my teeth
I close my eyes and go somewhere else.
I picture warm sand, and blue waves
Criss cross rope bites into my skin
As my body see saws back and forth
A salty breeze wafts up my nostrils
My body is shaded by the tall palm trees
In my hand is a cold drink, my favorite
The blue tint of the ***** **** reflects onto my hand
I raise the cup to my mouth to take a sip
My mouth molds around the straw and…
A sudden spurt of cold water is sprayed onto my molars
I taste blood seeping from my gums.
The dentists tells me to turn and spit.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
I’m in the dentists office
The metal is scraping against my teeth
I close my eyes and go somewhere else.
I picture warm sand, and blue waves
Criss cross rope bites into my skin
As my body see saws back and forth
A salty breeze wafts up my nostrils
My body is shaded by the tall palm trees
In my hand is a cold drink, my favorite
The blue tint of the ***** **** reflects onto my hand
I raise the cup to my mouth to take a sip
My mouth molds around the straw and…
A sudden spurt of cold water is sprayed onto my molars
I taste blood seeping from my gums.
The dentists tells me to turn and spit.
