Blinding white sewage,
Crystal-clear water,
Flowing without a trace.
Walking slowly,
On tiptoes, on a slippery floor.
Every corner shines,
Reflects my face,
So I close my two blinds.
I leisurely open my eyes,
Smelling the fruity lies.
With my swollen, tiny mitts,
I look for it, bit by bit.
I find a bright red apple,
Looking fresh and juicy.
Devouring it ignorantly,
Its taste, however, appalls me.
The apple was rotten.
It started reeking.
Worms crawling out,
Its mush seeping.
It was too late.
My tooth began to ache.
Looking at the shiny wall,
I opened my mouth.
The wall reflected it all
And there it was,
A cavity in my tooth.
To fix it,
I adjusted a gold cap to it.
Thinking,
I fixed it!
Flexing my golden smile.
Few days passed by,
The rot multiplied.
It spread beneath my skin,
Through my bones, through my veins.
I began to crumble within.
Everything was rotting inside,
But at least it hid beneath
My golden tooth,
My golden smile.
