Chelsea grins when Chelsea wins,
something thin and something grim.
Chelsea grins through fading skin,
taking lives while moaning hymns.
Taking time to carve away,
the very essence of her prey…
…Up the lips and through the cheek,
a torturous smile that haunts the weak.
No one wins when she grins,
No one wins when she sins.
Note: This poem and artwork are based on the Chelsea grin, or Glasgow smile. Wherein the perpetrator cuts a smile into the victims face with a sharp object or razor.