Dreaming of silence, broken.
Not with words or by human tongue
But birds.
Piercing melodies cut the air
And I spin to catch sight of the choir
Hidden away in dense green leaves.
Today I dreamt of teeth, mine.
Teeth – falling. Out.
I awoke, in my dreams,
To my screams –
Only to awake, in my dreams,
Again –
And again –
Six times over “awaking” to bloody emptiness gaping,
An unsightly mess,
A fear that holds me tight in its grasp.
The last words I heard before bedtime were
“You really should go to the dentist”
And my knowledge of the fact followed me as I slipped into slumber
To terrorise me with warnings I have yet to heed.
Anxiety, I do not like you
But I will survive you.