First Death

The gaze pierced my chest while

The sound split my eyeballs

Leaving me exposed for my essence to spill

Onto the rainwater that dredged a moat

Around my 5th floor apartment

Rainwater that mixed with the desires of all the ants crushed under inattentive boots

To one-day overthrow their queen in a proletarian revolution

Floating around the shores of the apartment

Rotting the hardwood and diluting the blood

Of the past-self that came to warn me

Though dead dreams birth anger as does crushed desires

Rainwater, blood, and an inner essence like fog through a mountain pass

Mixed together by the door until their combined weight

Burst through like a fire hose

Murder detectives trace the scene

Ignorant to the gap in timespace

For which the killer will never be caught

The old self is dead

The new can finally hatch from the cocoon within