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Honondasdontiaphobia

tongue traces teeth

 

pushing

pushing

pushing

 

is it moving?

it's moving!

 

wiggle wiggle

oh my God it's

MOVING

 

reach up

fingers touch the tooth

anxious like a child

with their first

loose tooth

 

teeth

teeth

teeth

teeth

nightmares:

 

gaps and spaces

sinks full of

blood

and

TEETH

 

push them back in!

--fall out again--

push them back in!

--blood on your fingers--

 

brushbrushbrushbrush

flossflossflossfloss

 

is it moving?

is it moving?

 

brush

floss

brush

floss

brush

floss

brush

floss

 

is it moving?

it can't be moving!

 

if pushed too hard,

could that make them

fall out?

 

gums sore

from over flossing

gums not growing

from toothbrush

abrasions

 

teeth,

not quite

pearly white

holding tight

 

teeth

teeth

teeth

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Written by
jessie
American
Published
Feb 16, 2011
Lines·Words
57·116
Notes

a real phobia of mine.

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