Death licked its teeth
and crawled over my baby.
When I heard his voice, the fire
leapt on me, I couldn't see, I
grabbed a wind that wasn't there,
my black eyes filled with blackness.
I ran for help, I ran and ran
and reached nowhere and no one
and
all
alone in horror, I knew
this was the end of a world,
I saw the devil smile at me.
I had an off-white comforter on my bed
and after the fire
it
was covered
with soot, it was all ash
except for the outline of his bent
body, because he'd reached my bed,
the bed 1'd been in
with my grandfather and brothers.
My baby died in that bed.
I have seven personalities
and each has a name and story,
each one wakes me differently.
It happens through a nightmare
that makes me seize and I get
wild as a fist's thrash, I see
colors, hear it come from far off.
One of my personalities told me
to light a candle, the candle
that did it, perfect Sabbath white.
r
dipped the wick into a flame
and leaned it toward the floor.
Perfect Sabbath candle consumed
a child with its shine, candle said.
"Come closer, come over here
and let me kiss you."
