Playing With Fire (A Visual Poem)

He walked around the house

Nonchalantly

No care in the world

I glared sharper than the blade in my hand.

He didn't notice 

or didn't seem to care

The water boiled

As he went on and on about how great Monday night football was.

I envisioned the knife slipping from my hand

in a possessed fashion

Striking him in the back

Then we would be twins

He stated something bout the Jets (I think)

and how Cal had lost the bet

He threw a Benjamin on the counter and smiled

"That's for you Babe!"

I seasoned the beef

But only after I beat the shit out of it

I wanted it to be tender

My silence must have made him deaf

Cause he didn't hear it

I heard him complain about the table 

He would buy me a new one soon

This one, he was bored and tired of.

DITTO!

Red Pepper was a good choice

Reminded me of red panties

Found underneath seat of his car

Potatoes were also in hot water

A glance out window verified that 

Dog was in doghouse 

...or should be

I noticed that ribs cooked previously

Had stayed out all night

I guess they were on his schedule

They were trash

Not any good

Neither was he

Phone signaled text message

He looks, blushes, & responds

I look at mines 

Picture shows him & a stranger I know not

One who was happy in love

I mashed potatoes furiously

Hmmm... needs cream

Funny...so do I

He kisses me on cheek

"My girl can throw down in the kitchen!"

He yelled proudly

I smirked

He had no idea

"Who forgets panties?"

 I questioned the asparagus as they steamed

Then added more lawrys to the meat

As if I wasn't salty enough

"His Slut Bitch!!" they answered

No sugar in the house

So I couldn't bake the cake from scratch

Similar to the ones on his back

That I didn't make

I remember when he was fine to me

Although he has always been 

Rather average

Wished I would've baked the potatoes instead

Garlic toast

signifying last meal I would make

Everything was DONE

So it was time to eat

He cared for his phone intimately

Always nestled in his pocket

Close to him

So no one could meddle 

Treated it with more care than me

Crushed ice in his glass

Red wine was appropriate 

One wine glass 

This bottle was much too mature

Served him punch

He searched for a straw

But never cleaned up his messes

It was the last one

And he left the box on the table

Meal 

Perfect!

I was good!

No! No! Better yet! I was great!

He never much deserved perfection

Although he ate it up greedily

and had the nerve to state that although it was delicious

Another side dish would have filled him up.

He already had one too many!

Although I hadn't eaten much

I was full

To the point I felt I would explode

He was full of pride

Satisfied

He didn't even noticed the ice pack 

I had placed on the spot where I got burned

He never even seen the wine bottle coming

Wonder if he now realizes that all my belongings are gone

~Nicole "Emoshen" McKinley