The Dentist Stole My Tooth and I Cried

A waterfall of tears cascade down,

giant salt bombs pour onto my paper bib, clipped around my neck and covered in bloody drool.

This villain in all his medical wisdom deemed it necessary to pull my tooth

and now I have a hole in my smile. He removed a piece of my vanity, the expensive bones, and took it away. 

Pried it out of my whimpering mouth

with metal against decayed cavities, cracking under pressure, it fragments,

leaving behind a crater in my face. 

A pulsing ache replaced with hollow pain

now that the dentist stole my tooth,

and had me billed for the torture

as I cradle my swollen cheek in my hand. 

My tongue wiggles around to reflexively 

fill the empty space left within my rows

of yellowing teeth, swearing to avenge 

the pieces of my shattered hubris.