Teeth clenched.
Mind racing.
Heart hurting.
Stomach swelling.
Thoughts swimming.
Bile rising.
Head pounding.
Pulse hammering.
Feelings screaming.
Voice unworded.
How will I ever hold my poems in?
While getting oral surgery today?
Come [Word] Play With Me!
My Musings on the Mundane, the Exquisite, and the Dark Achings of the Human Soul
Come [Word] Play With Me! 
Teeth Survived,
But I’m Alive
To report our Survival.
Though pained to admit it,
I’ll bite off my dis-ease to Hide It.
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