Meeting Death in the Kitchen–a Poem

In the darkness before dawn, I see death in the kitchen

Draping itself casually upon a chair, its  blackness beckons

Yes, come then, get your glass of water—you have time for that

Ahh—just a sleepy eye deceived, a sweater left behind

I must speak to her about that

2 thoughts on “Meeting Death in the Kitchen–a Poem”

  1. Liked the poem – but was waiting for it, to come to a Full Stop: at the end.

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