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?