Short Writing Pieces

you should see the other guy

Knives scraping against knives
Reminiscent of a thanksgiving dinner
But I am the turkey that is about to be carved through
Sick sadistic twists
While I
Bleed
Through the floor
As they demand answers
To their unending questions that always end in hooks
Piercing into my jaw
Prying me open
You won't like what you find
In a mouth full of secrets
But that won't stop the
Bones that are crunching under his grip
Echoing through my brain
Stuck staring at the clock suspended in time
As I sit through my one sided fist fight
(Poetry prompt: Fear of Dentists)