For you
I wish the pain of a thousand Australian saltwater crocodile’s jaws around your
All-Knowing-High-And-Mighty pretentious zit of a head.
Each jagged dagger pinching against your temple
And popping through your degrading hazel eyes
One tooth inserted through your ear canal,
Puncturing the thin drum and pressing against your cochlear,
Throwing off your equilibrium and as you fall to the ground
You land, briefly,
In the warm gaping mouth of an
Eighteen foot male during mating season at sundown
And he has the power to control each tooth
–one at the base of your occipital lobe, one against your forehead–
So that the last thing you see before that nail of death enters your skull
Is your brain splattered pinkish-grey on the roof of its clenched jaws.
by Chelsey Lucas
Biography
I’m a literature- and poetry-loving student of English!