Your eyes are closed and I look out the window.

The sky is drowning in crimson after someone tore out my throat with their teeth.

Birds fall from the sky as if flight had just been a fantasy all along.

I go to the ocean and watch the fish rise to the surface bellies-up,

like cats on their backs inviting you within reach of their claws.

The tide stops and the sea goes still.

The moon crumbles away in the sky,

and the stars blink out one at a time.

I walk into the blood-thick water and close my eyes.

I bow to the audience.  

There is no applause.