she presses a tool into my hand. a hammer. i’ve seen her use it to bash in the heads of her victims. she likes to dine on tongues. dinner of the moonglazed eyes of restless lovers
there is a lip stick stain on the handle, rusted in my small hands.
i want to try something different today, she tells me. she smiles, all sharp teeth for ripping apart lungs, stealing the breath from them.
i wonder if she can hear the pendulum clock in my chest. when i’m around her time goes faster.
less days till she eats me. she feeds only on the living, gives her love to the dead.
something new? i say. my voice trembles.
she takes the hammer from my shaking hands and presses a kiss to the handle. there’s kerosine on the floor.
cooked meat, she says.
matches tumble off my tongue. i strike the first light. for her i set myself on fire.
-wlwoc poetry network prompt– put your music on shuffle for five songs and use each song as a prompt!