I’m staring at the mirror
My fingers lodged well into my mouth
Damn fiddly wiggling thing
I grasp tightly and yank
It hurts
I felt a give and yet
The tooth still holds
I take a slow breath around my hand
And pull again
It hurts
Yet again
More give
But
But the next tooth
I can feel it
Just behind its forthcoming brother
Good to know I won’t be without for long
I grip the counter
And with all my might
Yank
It. Hurts.
Something is wrong
There is flesh
Gums
Clinging to the bottom
Seemingly wrapped around the new tooth
I angle my face
To see inside
And indeed
The old tooth sits atop a bloody mess
I bang the sink and turn on the water
Quick and without hesitation I yank harder still
IT. HURTS.
This is wrong
So wrong
The new tooth
It has come too
Yet more flesh
And another tooth behind it
Now a hanging rope of flesh and teeth
Dangles from my jaw
My eyes water but blink past this pain
I lean closer
But
Something is strange
I’m looking at my eye
There is hate there
Something
Malicious
My fingers grasp and yank
IT. HURTS.
Harder
Again
IT.
HURTS.
I scream
But don’t
My face a stoic visage
Grim determination
I pull
And pull
Endless flesh
And teeth
Ropes and coils of it
On
And on
IT
HURTS
IT
HURTS
IT
HURTS
The next Creeptober! I do so hope you enjoy these and they inspire the most wonderful nightmares in you!
Oh my Odin… *shivers*
You know my feelings on this poem…
Love it. Hate it. It’s awful. I love it. π€π€π€
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