stovetop

The day you left my door�"

Is also the day I died.

Rain accompanying the sound

Of your steps�"growing

Softer.

 

A black and yellow armadillo

Crossed my walk that night�"

And shook its tail�"

At the chime of midnight.

An omen.

 

You’re a brave one,

Said the kitchen to

The stove�"don’t quit

Now or the dark will win.

 

I won’t�"in a whisper,

Shaking the glass from my hair.

Sweeping up the pieces of my heart�"

Fed them to the oven�"

It crunched them with fervor

And blew beautiful glass ornaments�"

From the pain.

 

(It gives me a thrill every

Time you kill me).