True Love

True Love

I took my coat off and hung it by the door.   

"Sorry, but I won’t need it any more." 

The look of horror on her face, it was all I could see.

Because I knew right there she was horrified by my skeletal scream. 

Her face drawn up in rictus grin of disgust. 

At the cellophane entrails and the spattering of rust. 

All my gears and cogs  out open,  just ticking - twitching - away. 

I stood agape with nothing else I could say.

The caterwaul I could see climbing up her throat like a tree.

All nails out, pointed straight back at me. 

All the stained glass shattered in a murderous spree. 

She came and took my hat and hung it by my coat. 

"Sorry if I startled you; I’m home early from work."

You flew in so quiet and just appeared like a ghost.

Next time announce yourself don’t be a jerk."

Then we started laughing as bald as could be. 

No tattered rags for either or each. 

Just a couple folks in love, living in a cemetery.