A Common Dream

by ella mowad

My teeth fell out on a Saturday night, And I watched them tumble down, and scatter. I watched them in my sleep, before the light, Thinking it was no concerning matter. I would look for them, soon, when I woke up. They’d be easy to find, white on the floor, Like broken shards from a china teacup. I’d fit them back, a puzzle, a pale chore. There was no fear, no dread, no blared heartbeat. It was so ordinary, so routine. Horror yawned and was quiet, almost sweet, And in bed I slept, mouth hollow, gums clean, Let the world fall from my lips without mourning, And dreamed my silent scream until morning.