My mouth pulled apart by contraptions.
my breath smells like blood
and the hard suction hose
pinching
the exquisite metal hook
adapted for the purpose
from an ancient implement wielded
to far less therapeutic effect
during the grand days of the Inquisition
now,
used deftly with care
by a caring, caring hand
flushed blood
with water
and a needle,
and cotton
and something -
what is that thing, could you wait
and tell me what that is before you
PUT IT IN MY MOUTH?
ah me
my cell vibrating
or is it my whole body?
either way
I can't talk right now
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