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The Tooth Slayer
Grinding to a halt his jaws clenching and crunching
Tim had tried all treatments under the sun like
pills and the couch hypnosis even osteo-cranial touches
But his resentments would not abate his vision collapsed
‘an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth’ he held firm in decay
Raging with no temerity anywhere near he nevertheless
felt barren arid infertile unable to grow away from his pain
Maybe a soothsayer would attest reason from potions
and magic so that the saga of misery would be killed by the sage
yet Tim’s obsessive proclivity surrendered all change for the better
When incense and herbal infusions only incensed him even further
he sought wisdom from a witch in the forest a bone monger of sorts
the nuance between nonsense and insight mattered no longer
some old woman with a wart on her nose would make him walk again
She spelt out her price and demanded a token of appreciation
only one rib of them all so she could suck out malicious poison
and get clear sight of the aperture so far occluded by marrow
A story as old as Methuselah or Methuse-Laara to be true in this case
and a wonderful renaissance of stem cell therapy for recovery
28th October 2018
The meaning of the name Laara is said to be famous woman
‘Eight word challenge’ contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Aperture Attest Barren Temerity Saga Proclivity Nuance Marrow
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Kai Michael Neumann
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