An ivory support system.
Break the seal
and remove my gem.
Sugar for the tongue,
distraction for the mind.
Pop another.
An addiction out of context.
Trembling hands,
trembling thoughts.
Fifty-nine cents worth of relief.
The familiar rattle
conjures memories of sleepless nights,
alone in my recreation,
cognitions set on overdrive,
the familiarity of the unknown.
It's the one-and-a-half-calorie band-aid.
Plastic walls will mask my fear.
Screw what the dentist said;
fresh breath never tasted so good.
How much for another pack?
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