The Dentist-a saga of dread

 

The Dentist - a saga of dread

Sick with dread and anticipation my hands dripping with perspiration,

I rigidly sat wide-eyed with fear in that most abominable of all places-

The Dentist's chair... 

He must have thought me a fool; overhead pictures from nursery school,

And models flashing perfect pearly whites in an effort to allay the dread and fright

Of what I knew would be a horrible ordeal their pretty pictures wouldn't make less real-

My fear of the Dentist... 

The cool decor was aesthetically pleasing, designed to be for the releasing

Of jangled nerves and whites of fear-filled eyes, every effort made to disguise

That this was the home of the Marquis de Sade whose thrills were gained by the screams I made

in moments spent in the barbaric hands of one most thought of as a 'caring' man-

The Dentist... 

Oh, he cared for me in his own strange way by his actions and the words he'd say-

The intimate probing of every tooths' surface , his caring advice on how to brush them till flawless; 

but I thought it was a little queer how he got excited when in my mouth he'd peer,

And I felt suspicious of a guy whose great delight was to become aroused by the shape of my bite...

And it turned me up as he became turned on as he explored every tooth with his forked prong

And announced with relish and fiendish delight that I had decay in the top tooth on the right,

And I looked upon him through sunglassed eyes which hopefully  would enable me to disguise

The loathing and dread I felt at his touch which still was quite awful despite rubber gloves

And I felt the fear of him come as a great heat, knowing that now Sade was in for a treat-

I hated with the hatred I reserved for him alone as into my enamel he swiftly honed...

How strange that his breathing was so relaxed and so sure and mine was so fast that I wanted to roar

And tell him to stop that I was suffocating, but I knew that it was no use remonstrating,

For  this torturous bard had a job to be done, and I panted and sweated as if I had just run

As I wanted to do before I entered his door, for my tooth had stopped aching the night before,

And I purposed right then and there in my heart to forgo all sugars and sweets for a start,

And to floss and to brush till my little gums bled, to avoid this man who filled me with dread- 

This most hateful of men,

The Dentist... 

Through goggled protection his eyes suddenly glinted-and I knew from experience what they hinted-

The moment of fear to give me heart palpitations; the filling was so deep that I needed injections,

And my mouth which till then had dribbled quite freely, went dry as a chip as I acquiesced weakly,

And I gripped the side of the chair with such might that my perspiring hands sported knuckles of white

As he bored the needle right into my brain- (Well I guessed it was there from the amount of pain),

Then just as I felt it was too much to bear, I suddenly felt that my nose wasn't there,

And so I relaxed and dropped my arms and surrendered unwillingly into his charms,

And let him have his way with me, knowing gums and enamel his only interest to be,

And his sole desire and ultimate plan was to cleanse all teeth of the scourge of man-

My greatest foe and Sade's greatest delight, the one thing we agreed on, the one thing to fight-

Sade for the money and the thrill of the chase, me for the desperation in avoiding this place- 

The dentist's 

  

© Glenys Robyn Hicks