I don’t feel my teeth. No, not my teeth. I can't feel them. They can't be mine. They keep coming out by the dozens, clogging my throat and nose. I keep digging them out with the pliers. Ripping them out one by one. There's blood, a lot of blood. I've removed so many. But I don’t feel them. They aren't mine. But then whose are they? Who else's could they be? No! No no no no!! They aren't mine! I swear! I pulled all of mine out but they’re still everywhere, oh God they’re not mine! They’re not mine! They can't be mine!! Oh God they're coming out of my eye sockets now, I- God damn it I can't see! Oh God.