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dream.20101113: teeth

by Rob Friesel

Teeth. Teeth grinding. Terrible pressure. Hundreds of thousands of pounds of pressure. They break off. A whole row of teeth. Like my body made its own dentures. But they come off in ragged, jagged edges. A U-shaped blade of bone. Shove it back in, clamp down. Try to get those teeth to stay in place. Don’t speak, they’ll fall out. Don’t budge your jaw, more of them will get worked loose.

About Rob Friesel

Software engineer by day, science fiction writer by night. Author of The PhantomJS Cookbook and a short story in Please Do Not Remove. View all posts by Rob Friesel →

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