Hiding Sins In between My Molars

Oh,

I think I’ve gotten her out of my teeth, now.

Grazed my ivories with my tongue to find her.

In search for her precise location.

She was somewhere stuck between my gums.

I took a toothpick

Then,

Took a second

With my index finger in assistance

I harvested her

And comforted her upon my nail.

Ah, there she is.

Restin’ on my finger until I fling her off.

Thank god,

She could’ve caused a cavity.