Moonlight glistens through the window.
I hum walking past it.
My nightgown flutters with every step.

A chickadee in a cage.
Metallic bars bathed in blood.
It sits on a swing of bones.

You sit on a quilted chair.
A blazing fire illuminates your face.
A mug of scalding hot chocolate on the table.

The chickadee starts to chant a song.
You look cozy with a soft, fleshy blanket.
I walk over to your adequate state of being.

The light of the fire glints off of something in my hand.
A squelching sound erupts, cutting off the sweet song.
Silence creeps through the room.

Published in UVU Warp & Weave Journal, Fall 2022