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It’s animated metal husbandry:

A fat drill growling with barely masked power.

A thin drill whining as it closes in, evil

eyes dancing at my discomfort.

A suction pipe from one side and more gleaming

steel striking terror in my heart….


The dentist attempts human interface through metallic chatter:

“Only two minutes more… don’t close..”


Should I tell her that her words are falling into

the hole she drills… that the shining metal is doing

all the talking?