Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Fling with the Dentist's Assistant

By: gman

she left me,
sitting in
a dirty green
dentist's chair,
breathing in ether-
tainted air, erasing
feeling from my
body,
my consciousness.
why can't I see
she left me
not *because* of me,
but because of *me*.

hell, I never liked her much anyway.