A Place No One Likes To Be

I know a place; no one likes to be there, yet nearly everyone I know has gone to sit with trepidation in a chair, and then reclined, each person sits and drools while helplessly they stare up at the face of someone who is cramming too big tools inside their mouth, which has too small a space - too little space to have to let inside large forceps or that vacuum that lets pass the grime collecting in mouths open wide! Perhaps some go just for the laughing gas! But go we must - and sit still for the drill, enough sometimes to make a grown man ill. Written June 17, 2016 for the If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Poetry Contest of Silent One