The Visitor

He dusted off the old rocking chair

& asked me to have a seat

He'd tell me what he was doing there
If I'd simply take a load off my feet

I found this gesture laughable
I would rather stand!

Then listen to another word

Uttered by this despicable Man! 

But His confidence eluded Him

He knew I would protest

& yet I saw Him conceal a grin

At the denial of His request! 

At this point, I couldn't even move

I could barely breathe

He acknowledged my discomfort, said,
"Very well" & took the seat!

As He sat there callously,

Scoping out the room

He said He just could not believe

The daffodils won't bloom!

This absurdity helped catch my breath

I quickly snapped to interject,

"Fuck the flowers! Fuck this place!"

& turned to flee with great hast!

This made Him chortle with much glee

He barked, "Silly, girl, you cannot leave! I know you've known this all along, The Cottage is [to] where your Soul belongs!" 

I felt so angry I could cry

I hit my knees & pleaded: "WHY?!

I kicked You out so long ago! Don't speak to me as if You know!"

& this is where the story twists:

He dropped His grin & stood up quick

Now, controlled by His brown eyes

Forced to hear His every lie:

"I know that we have been apart, But that's no excuse to neglect your heart, & that is why I'm here again, to protect you from yourself, My friend..."

& that's the moment I lost my mind

To hear Him call me "friend"

As if His love, I could deny!

(So, instead, I was forced to pretend)

But He already knew my tricks

We played this game before

All this time Our stubbornness

Is the very quality We adored! 

So, while He tried to lecture me

I quickly stoked a match

I had laced The Cottage previously

& dropped it on a kerosine-soaked mat! 

& as I laughed maniacally
at the seconds we had left

To my surprise He grinned idly

As We slowly burned to death...