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