All Of My Teeth Have Fallen Out

All Of My Teeth Are Falling Out

I am seated at my desk stressfully clicking my fingers against plastic as if I was expecting a spectre to appear before me. My mind is infested with monstrous parasites: "what if I stop speaking ? What if I sweat and turn red, what if they all gaze at me judging my fickle state ?" I could barely comprehend all these things at once let alone battle them. I gradually become more panicked with my toes twitching and my legs wildly swinging at the feet of the table. More and more worms crawled into my head I couldn't stop thinking. I went insane; I slammed my head repeatedly on the table: "Get out ! Get out ! Get out !" I began to claw desperately at my scalp madly ripping off hairs and flinging them to the far corners of the room. Had I truly lost my mind ? Eventually they eased off a little, but they did their damage. I was on the floor soaked in sweat and my shattered teeth were sprawled mindlessly around me. I was too terrified to speak, to muster a word, a letter, a sound.