I yearn to be used
Other low-quality competitors lay beside me
But I sit fresh in my clear-coated film
With the sharpest bristles

Now is my time
Exposed to the world; I am free
Onto me the cotton-candy paste smears
Wet under the faucet

He brings me to his crusty front-teeth
Strengthening his grip
The intensity of his stare increases
As he furiously rubs me

I feel the friction
As he drags my poor soul
Into his nooks and crannies
Oh, the humanity

Molars plaque-filled
Black sludge oozing
God no
This is not what I thought it would be

Canine teeth feel like sandpaper
With pothole like cavities
My bristles bend and snap
Ow, stop jabbing me

He takes me
He scrapes me
He shakes me
He almost breaks me

After the trauma
I have a night to recover
I just hope
He doesn’t use me in the morning