Dentalphobia
A room, so white, so clean
Smell of medicines, reek sterile
Prim, serene
Two assistants dressed in whites
Both beside me walk
Last meal, last rites?
Long hall, onward down
My frantic patience
Wearing thin
Soon, arriving at the chair
Will they dare to strap me in?
Unexpected, big smiles, greets
Soothes the mood, fears subside
Then I hear it…
A tiny motor whines
My spine…
Up sends a chill
Then Doctor turns
Clutching drill
Gases, drugs, Novocain
In my frustration, comes too late
Body stiffens with a scream
Darkness ushered in, then I faint
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