Softly

dressed in a dress of duvetyn
at the kitchen
at the sink
dressed in the dress of desire not acquired
the little boy walks in the room
her little boy
her little son
at her little sons feet
at her little boys feet
a dead bloated rat
thick grey matted fur, stained with blood to come
she grabbed the knife from the sink and stabbed her little son
she stabbed him seven times to the stomach
simultaneous release simplistic seven
she moves her knees to the ground and her heart to her head
out of the rat grew yellow petals of joy
picking it out she put the flower in her mouth
and chewed and chewed
dum ditty ditty dum
and chewed
dum ditty ditty dum
but the dead rat was dirty
got it's muck on the daisy
and the poison stung deeply
and the pain stung greatly
into her stomach
a pain so overwhelming
a pain
a pain
a room so whirling
but soft!

so softly the matted mess of fur stood up
to scratch its claws across her floors
across her floors onto her son
the dead, bloated thing it ran away
only she is in the room
with seven knives from her stomach
and flowers in her eyes
but I swear she told me to leave