Sweet Toothache

Caramelized, comforting chocolate hits

The molar. It's nice and new. The tooth

And the glucose have made a bond.

I am here but with what purpose.

You are sweet yet I am spiteful. 

You brought me to life just to be

Covered with a crown, probed with hard metal. 

As I worsen, the taste of blood is all I know. 

When will you stop?

Drills, forceps, plucking parts of my presence, 

Erasing me–for good.