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Toothache

Her tooth swelled to cartoonish sizes, pushing others out of the way and sinking a chainsaw deep into her gray matter.  It lengthened, piercing her brain and erupting through the back of her skull.

A throbbing pain echoes through her body, riding her nerves like electric death through a power line.  The frayed ends of the heavy electric cord were buried there in the small space between her teeth and deeper, pouring 10 million volts of pain into her very soul.  

The tiny evil bone, unrelenting in its persecution, begins to vibrate. Her molars clatter and they are made of glass. Every click of her jaws sends a fresh scream to her lips.  She digs her long fingernails into her eyeballs, but the distraction is momentary as the earthquake in her mouth comes to a violent head. 

Some unseen force ignites the tooth in white hot fire, she can taste her searing gums.  The flames spread, and soon her throat is engulfed and she blisters her lungs with every breath.  The traitorous canine explodes as a popcorn-sized pipe bomb, shards of broken, rotten tooth sink into the cinders of her mouth.

She tastes the blood as it trickles from the pain place.  She can see stars flitting in the corners of her vision.  She smashes her head against the wall, but it is too soft, and gives way.  The flow increases.  It courses through the cracks in her smile as she finds the cool tile floor.  All her weight is behind the crushing headbutt.

The kitchen ceiling fades in from black, and for a moment she experiences confusion.  Then the roar of cannon fire resounds behind her face and blood explodes from her ears, leaving a mess on the cabinets.  Her hair begins to fall away, forced out by the immense internal pressure.  Her tongue swells,  and she bites it off in order to breathe.  



There is a moment when the over-the-counters and the prescriptions do their job, and she looks around her for a way to end it while she is able to think.  Where are the pliers?
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  1. KellyAugust 10, 2015 at 8:01 PM

    It's like you're in my mouth. The penultimate paragraph is a little extra. What's a pain place?

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  2. MoonstruckAugust 11, 2015 at 12:33 AM

    I did small edit on the paragraph you mentioned. The ears no longer explode off of the head. I thought "the pain place" sounded ominous, and there are only so many words for mouth/tooth/jaw...

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