Kitchen Scene, Early Morning

Today my thoughts repeat, a looping hymn,

the reel of blood and warmth begins to spin—

and still the demon laughs beneath my skin.

I stand above the stove; the light grows dim,

the eggs unburned, the silence closing in.

Today my thoughts repeat, a looping hymn.

A blade’s soft shimmer hums beneath the din,

the voice beneath my breath becomes my twin—

and still the demon laughs beneath my skin.

No fire wakes, no breakfast can begin;

the moment breaks, then circles back again.

Today my thoughts repeat, a looping hymn.

She waits inside, her patience paper-thin,

to seize the hand that trembles from within—

and still the demon laughs beneath my skin.

I fear the calm, the promise, and the grin,

that quiet urge to let her pull me in.

Today my thoughts repeat, a looping hymn,

and still the demon laughs beneath my skin.