The Dental Visit

In the middle of the room stood the white metal chair Designed to deliver the best dental care, But she stood there immobile, unable to move Toward the object of torture that was likely to prove To be frightful, exhausting and life threatening too, As the hygienist invaded her body anew. “Let me help you.” The voice said as a hand touched her arm and Guided her forward with arising alarm To that monster before her with a history of pain She had sworn to avoid and see never again. As she sat there she knew that her pulse was increasing While weakness expanded with blood pressure decreasing. Her breathing grew shallow and her skin felt much colder When a masculine hand firmly pressed on her shoulder. “It’s alright.” Said the voice from behind the white mask. “I’ll be gentle as this cleaning is a most simple task.” But the eyes were uncaring, the brows dark with gloom Providing no comfort in the sanitized room. Large fingers penetrate as her jaw opens wide For the scraping and picking to go on inside With a speed and a hurry and a schedule to meet, The hygienist leans forward while still on his seat The pain in her jaw hit so quick and severe And her groan brought no comfort, only increased her fear As rough hands did their duty and worked on her teeth Caring nothing for feelings that lay underneath. She could hear heavy breathing as he plied with his skill For to finish more quickly and to give her the bill. She could do nothing else as she sat there afraid, So she folded her hands while she silently prayed.