It was the sort of Day she
Sought to unloose
Gargle in the back of her throat
Savor and then spit free

She drank in the sun and spewed it
From between her teeth
In a spray of wet, hot ammunition
That fell upon the heat of summer
As the gray cement sent heat-waves
Sailing on a ripple of dead air

It had been no more than a moment
(As it takes no more than a moment)
To change the entire course of
Or direction in
Life

She could crumple up the emprise
And toss it aside as
An ill-fated, slipshod interchange

If in fact, her mind was disposed
To abandoning it
At all

She had grown tired of dissecting it
So much time spent in the cutting up of things
And then, in the severing of them from her
Existence

Hold on
Hold out
Give in
Who cares?

For the sake of acumen

The night crept in
She saw it roll across the sky
In one giant wave
Purple on blue
And where were you?
As the Day
Fought hard against its death

Nightime pounced upon seduction

The lilies slept in a white dance of blossoms
Outside the window

The light ran its fingers up and down her spine

She had a lot to think about.

She had a lot of killing to do