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

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