Toothache

`Toothache The festering morsel Festooned in buccal cavity Triumphant against the crown A queen in pearly finery Whose decaying beauty Succumbs to the invader In eroded submission With slow intrusive action Eating at her very core Its acidic weapon easing on Enough to cause a frown Now the pearly queen is ruptured Her hardtop broken And weakness exposed It has the advantage Its neural quest within sight And easier progress through softer matter Begins to prompt a twinge There’s no stopping now The quest is nearly over The goal in sight The fallen queen bemoans her fate Her ruined stronghold impaired And neural center exposed She wails as though in childbirth The paroxysms of defeat Its relentless assault Has no reprieve