sometimes it takes the form of a pocket watch

or a shard of glass

 

we both saw him place the noose around her neck

a choker too tight with diamonds

nails bitten low enough to bleed

 

a sliver of blood blooming at the tip

placed softly like a crustless sandwich between pale chapped lips

tang of iron and medium rare steak         puddles of it now

walk softly, softly through the house

the boards don’t creak they squelch with viscera

that leaks

     

leaks

 

leaks

up through the cracks and soils dainty feet

 

wallpaper melts and foams as

orchids die from the breeze she blows

 

just i saw the clockwork bluebird call before

springs and coils

like a pocket watch

and a cut

a cut like a shard of glass