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Awoken
I never remember to brush my teeth
Until im back on the chair again
I cannot retreat under bright florescent light
Gingivitus
Invites the worst thoughts in me
Pulling decay from me
Sawtooth away
Surgical like a syringe
Blood is drawn
Steel spider
Crawling deeper in my mouth
Bated breath for viscous liquid
I cant swallow
Pain awakens me to my mortality
A specimen in a jar
Waiting to die but im already dead
Like roadkill in a jar