The Regurgitation of Emotive Illustrations

PHOTOGRAPHS

he took a little photograph of you
while you were walking down the alley

all alone around half past ten.
there you lay, so peacefully in bed

while he stood half naked outside your window
thinking of making sweet love to you.

he took that pair of scissors
that was on your table for so many days

your clothes are gone,
he stole one of your velvet black underwear.

he framed up the photograph of you
and hung it in the middle of his empty living room

he cut your velvet black underwear
and used it for his plates and forks and spoons.

there he hid right inside your cupboard, waiting.
he is still waiting for you.

you see your house door ajar, your table light on.
there's a little photograph of you on the floor.

a pair of scissors from your table,
a torn black velvet underwear.

hush.

he's listening to your breathing
as your chest sank and rose.

tonight is your fateful beginning,
to your deepest secrets and fears.

you are his lamb.
he is not the wolf.

he holds a knife
and a big round stone.

your heart.

he'll steal from you.