The bathroom is gray,

with a polished black sink

and a large mirror on the wall.

I stare at my reflection

as I clean my teeth.

One tooth bleeds profusely,

and the blood gets all over.

This horrific sight somehow comforts me.

Is it the warmth of the blood?

Perhaps it's because that now

all of my gum problems are finally over?

After all, having amassed and erupted

at this one spot has finally left my teeth

feeling and looking strong and clean.