In The Stress of a Day, a Flashback gave Away...

The other day, last week in fact,

I went to the dentist, in chair I sat,

I began to shake as a rubber dam was placed,

inside my mouth for cavities sake.

Bluntly spoken with no repose,

I stated with no tact,

"I was killed as a kid, a plastic bag was wrapped over my head!"

In frankness I just said.

In such fright I must have turned white,
and their compassion won me out,

they continued with great care.

But as my fear did soak my being,

I closed my eyes to seek relief,

in this I was not scared.

Instantly without a pause,

thrown back to time,

a child I find,

it was me in state of See,

I stared in disbelief.

In this scene, of what was done,

I saw a missing piece,

like a Movie or a Film,

it played a brand new seen.

I stayed calm with eyes shut,

 I now do share this strange repair,

myself was back in that basement trap,

a total of recall.

There I was, cradled, love?,

 in the arms of this Man,

the One who did this true.

I waited with the patience in,

my self I did still shake,

I clamped my eyes till day was night,

in this I still had Sight,
the dental chair I held so tight.

There I stood, in close I could,

for my age has brought me height,

the difference understood.

I watched without such fear it's weird,

this Man drew my small frame endeared,

he kissed my cheek with tears it's clear,

my body was so still,

I seemed to be outside myself,

I stared for I seemed dead.

All too much, my mind did touch,

upon which was unfair,

this Crime of Love it seemed to be,

I still did die downstairs.

Why now do I close my eyes,

in a dental chair,

I was scared, I felt the fright,

creep up into my being.

My breath was hot,

I sucked no air,

did this act bring despair?

I guess good reason would so tell,

a flashback can be Hell,

but all this did was fill in rid,

the gap became the voiceless kid,

from action of, to when I froze,

and now I know 'The why.'

To think that this is remembered when,

my stress did heighten fear,

but life so strange,

I watched deranged,

and now I feel like I'm just here.

I guess no matter, this ensued,

the act of done, so near to sum,

the total of declared in wrung.

I now know,

 why the Cat,
did seem to have,
my tongue so young,

'because silenced has no scream.

I see my death as live record,
I do not question the answer;

"In death I see my life and life became my death to me."

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