kill the artist - take the keys.

to be forever adrift hence:

for the spark of that lick

against a mind rotting in boredom

taken

feasts on the killer.

how dare you

take our time together.

and the lid snaps shut.

and your finger catches

the slam.

and you blame the damn box -

stupid hinges.

and lamenting the bones,

singing of how

the box stole away

your chances -

with her, your love.

her murderer.

ⴲ.