Tooth.

As with any mugging
I feel floor against my back
whispers of the next move
and prodding against my face
and mouth. Tranquillised
by mercy, standard medicinal
strip-lighting halo-ing
impotence

and impatience. I lie for hour
long minutes until I’m pulled
to my feet and banished
until next time.

I show my teeth and further plastic
as I take the door.

‘Seeya soon’.

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