GOD Don't Like Me No Mo'
Four ears pop up from the love seat.
Innocent.
Heel to toe, I creep to greet with heat.
A dark silhouette where it shouldn’t be.
High-powered flames.
Shattered glass.
The scream of a man.
He follows the bullet, staggering.
I allow this, shaking.
He tumbles through the broken window.
I lunge to see, help, gloat.
A spider the size of a dog.
Screams pour in from his jumping-off-place.
The lady next door.
A red rose blossoms without soil.
Cold steel and ceramic meet.
Silence returns to the dead of night.