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
