Root Canal

short poetry, words move, coral, diversity, environment, kindness,

There’s a starfish in my tooth he says,
A golden starfish nestling in the reef,
Infecting the coral and,

I’m in the deep blue ocean,
Among sea creatures,
Yellow and purple jellyfish,
Undulating in the current,
Stingrays swooping by,

Luminescent seaweed hangs over caves,
Like electric blue curtains,
At a tatoo parlour.

An octopus rakes the sea floor with a puff-adder,
And shoals of Zebra fish stop,
Long streams of impatient shark traffic,
For boisterous packs of anemone in school uniforms.

My dentist wields a wand.

-evocative short poetry-

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One thought on “Root Canal

  1. I wish going to the dentist felt like that

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