i sauntered to the dentist, no need for stress,
my teeth had other plans—they’d caused a mess.
the x-ray machine loomed like a metal beast,
i prayed my grin wouldn’t become a feast.
dr. smile’s grin was way too bright,
i wanted to bolt into the night.
the drill screamed loud, a piercing call,
i gripped the chair till my hands felt small.
she said “brush twice a day, skip all sweets,”
i nodded—thought of candy on my street.
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