My Psychologist Told Me To Floss
Jennie Atkin
Trapped
in the cycle,
give and take
manipulate
Plaque between my teeth will
ruin my life.
Gums bleed
within the spaces
Raw from all the lies.
Listerine washes away the remnants.
breaks loose cement
bonded to the illusion of
trust and turmoil.
But soon pain subsides,
free to smile:
You didn’t give me
Gingivitis
after all.
