There are
crocodile eggs
at the basin of
my sink
smiling up at me
with pointy teeth
and snapping tooth
jaws like diamonds
and missing eyeballs.
I glare at them
with eyes shut
and fingerbeds open,
showing my cat scratches
and sugargliders.
They converse in my
head
and I shoot endless
water and spit at
them full of nonalcoholic
beverages and flaring nostrils.
For I will become their pet
in no time and
perhaps nothing
but Batman
could save me.
crocodile eggs
at the basin of
my sink
smiling up at me
with pointy teeth
and snapping tooth
jaws like diamonds
and missing eyeballs.
I glare at them
with eyes shut
and fingerbeds open,
showing my cat scratches
and sugargliders.
They converse in my
head
and I shoot endless
water and spit at
them full of nonalcoholic
beverages and flaring nostrils.
For I will become their pet
in no time and
perhaps nothing
but Batman
could save me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
TaylorMarieD
Zero_K
aydenblack
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