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.