I See Mars On Fire

- Mars

Clashing of teeth and gnawing of hands, all my suffering is coming of hand. And if I shall die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Clashing of teeth and gnawing of hands, mama, in the corner hides a man. He has a nice smile, his hands smell good, he likes my smile, says he would if he could.

There are giving hands and there are taking hands.

Says he likes my cooking, “very fine, very cool. don’t let it burn!”

Silly man, “Who would want such a thing?”

I’m the bacon and you’re the fool.

Burn me burn me, daddy watch it burn. Pour it all over my skin, I’m a mess, make me burn. “Hurt me Hurt me”, he wants me to beg to yearn. The man walked towards the oven to grab one slice, i thought “for me?!” oh how nice. he was waitin’ saying “Mmmm”.

His favorite, his taste I bet.

He had them all in his hands, all in his mouth, he held on tight. 1 slice, 2 slice, 3, and 5. Where was mine? he laughed and smiled. In his corner he stood. Over the bed, down in his lap, mouth full of tears.

Once upon a time, the oven was still on, it roared it climbed. Smoke filled the air, filled his corner, filled my lungs. Every breath I took I was a mess, he took and took.

Giving hands, taking hands, which shall it be? Are you yourself a man or are you my liege a leech?

Day passed into night, slowly watching through the windows I kept my eyes shut tight. Footsteps echoed through the walls, I held my breath, counted to ten. Dad?