Hi, guys! It´s me again :) With the risk of being annoying, I am sharing with you another experiment of mine. This one is a result of the session on different viewpoints. I would be very happy to get your perspective on it and any advice is more than welcome.
P.S. Happy Baba Marta! Wish you all great health, steady sense of humour and memorable adventures. _________________________________________________________________________
I just want it out of my mouth. Right away!
What the hell is this thing?
...... tcttctctctcttttttttttcccccctc.....
Maybe if I probe it with my tongue a bit more...
...tctctcttc...
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
l can´t figure out what it is; what it wants; why it isn´t leaving?!
It just sits there in my mouth like a ...like a... like a cryptic obelisk waiting to be deciphered. That´s it! I just need to uncover its secret. Yes, yes, yes. That´s it!
Shit! Did it just move?
It moves...I think...I can´t be sure.
Yes, the gap is getting bigger. Ok... ok! I´ll be fine.
What day is it? It can´t be 10 o´clock. Winter is coming.
Wait!
This is not real. The clock is moving backwards. I must be sleeping.
No! It is how clocks move these days. Remember? Everything is the other way around since the poles flipped.
Bullshit! I am dreaming!
Ok, boy. Stop panicking. Focus. You need to pull yourself together and get this thing out of your mouth.
Man, my mind is getting restless. And I can´t stop scouting the enemy´s defenses. I must find a way out of this. Or my tongue would soon collapse from utter exhaustion.
I can use my fingers. There we go - just a bit of pushing and pulling.
Ahhh... I almost got it. It is so slippery.
How long has it been? 6 minutes ? 60 seconds? 6 months...?
Things are getting really serious. The insomnia is driving me mad. And my heart is acting out. If it could only stop skipping.
My thoughts are melting. I have to go to work, call Mark, buy groceries.
You silly! You lost your job, your Mark, your appetite over a month ago.
Relax! All you have left is this thing inside your mouth. Deal with it, already!
This plan is barabaric. There must be some other way. Can someone else do it?!
There is no one else. It has to be you.
It has to be me...
Right, let´s do this!
Three towels should be enough. Maybe I can lay them on the bathroom floor or better not. It would be easier to clean the tiles than to wash the towels.
Where is that vodka I bought last week?
Behind the jar of pickles in the fridge. I should probably throw that jar away. Think I bought it last month. These pickles can´t be good to eat. But they were so pricey...
Focus!
Ok, the vodka will do. It is a good antispetic. Really?! It´s better than nothing.
Now, where is Mark´s toolbox? Did I loose the pliers? Did it have any pliers in it, at all?
Thank god, it is all here! These pliers look a bit rusted.
Damn, that vodka is strong! It will wash away the fears and the germs, I hope.
How the hell should I hold these?
This won´t work! Fuck!
Come on... don´t give up now. You are so close. Just focus!
Ok?! That is it. Hold the pliers firmly in one hand. Clench the sink with the other. Yes. You are doing great, boy. Just keep your balance and your cool.
Who the f... are these people in the mirror? Make them stop starring! I need some privacy.
It is time to end this. No matter what.
Stick those pliers in your mouth, already! And make your hands stop shaking. You can´t mess this up. Just be patient. It will come out.
Yes! That´s it. You got it. Now squezee the pliers. Slowly. You are doing great. Now pull. Gently. Don´t let it slip. You are almost done.
Good....keep pulling... few more seconds.
I know... I know... don´t mind the pain. Go for it! One last pull!
Shit! I can´t see anything from those tears.
Stop crying, damn it! Just pull!!
Bravo! You did it! Now, drop that little fucker in the sink and get the vodka!
Spit. Sip. Spit. Sip. Spit. Spit. Spit. Sip.
Put some more cotton soaked in vodka in your mouth and get the fuck out of this bathroom.
Yes, yes. Will do. Just one last look in the mirror.
It is really gone. Look at that new beautiful hole.
Right next to where my right front tooth used to be.
At last, some peace...
***
The soup is ready, hun. Come downstairs. Quick! It is getting cold.
I am coming, mum. Just a sec. Should I bring your dentures?
Thanks, hun. We won´t need our teeth tonight.
***
As I walked down the stairs, I felt the familiar scratch once again.
Fuck, another intruder is on its way!
