It’s just a tooth,
just a tooth.
So why is there fear?
Why insecurity?
Why doubt and apprehension?

I remember a scalpel inside my wrist.
I don’t remember if it were
the radius or the ulna;
I just remember a rod of lightning
searing through my bones.
I only remember being torn
from the inside.
I simply remember pain, simple pain,
excruciating pain undulled by anaesthesia.

It’s just a tooth,
just a tooth.
There is fear,
insecurity,
doubt and apprehension.

© Blake Leitch July 05, 2016