Sterile surfaces.
Bright burning lights.
Shiny tools scattered about.
The sounds of drills and screams coming from the room next door.
I must be in a horror film.
Is there any chance I’ll survive.
His hands coming closer.
Fingers ready to grip.
What teeth will I lose today?
Questions I can never answer cause I have a hand in my mouth.
I hate the dentist.
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Thomas Terry
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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does anyone really like the dentist?