The medicinal scent of antiseptic
hugged the sweetness of Novocain
while swimming in the clawing artificial mint mouth wash.
The drill whirled and dug deeper.
Enamel chips, caught up in saliva slicks,
whipped away in the mini-vacuum
which left no prisons.
Hell!
It even took on the tongue.
Nose breathing.
Heart thumping.
Lungs bellowed.
Eyes closed.
Anywhere but here.
For here was on the ledge of safe.
Near the nerve, on the edge.
Dentist, please don't delve and gouge.
Careful with the drill!
Ooooowwwwww!
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