Allfather's Toothache

Allfather’s Toothache

by C. T. Arbor

Time Crunch. Teeth stained with grime and rough with decay Shut tight and trap him in a slick dark prison. The nameless conqueror unsheathes his silver sword As the sandy tongue of Chronos begins to rumble.

The warrior holds strong against waves of rushing saliva, Sinks his blade into thick flesh like an ice pick and Crawls to His inner wall of chipped boulder teeth. He thrusts the sword into the slimy black gum tissue Beneath Chronos' lower left canine. His tongue reels back.

With a swift leap, he flips over the charging Tongue, lands with grace, then rides as it Recoils from pushing the sword deeper into the nerve. Chronos howls and fires him into space in a geyser Of spit and blood; now the first cosmonaut, satellite of Gods.

The sun rises from behind the snowy northern mountains In a dawning sky of green as he soars above the clouds And slides along the shimmering aurora borealis. The scratches on Chronos’ tongue are still visible as He Drools over the surface of Gaia, filling the first lakes and rivers.

Flying within view of the swirling lighting storms of Jupiter, The violent skies and frozen oceans of Uranus and Neptune, Further past Pluto’s realm of red mist and rotting bodies, He faces a being far grander than Allfather Time. Eater of stars, the eternal darkness, the primordial Mother: Infinity.