the kitchen poem & the burn mark

 

(the kitchen poem)
 
like the meat in the oven
the flesh that is you is stung
by the heat, the air of fire
bites your skin, suddenly
you understand the only reason
that you stand in control
with all that power, the
woman in the kitchen, lady
of the room, the one who, rules
is because your flesh and soul
was poured into a human shape
the top of the pyramid, big
and mighty, until you leave
the kitchen.
 
(the burn mark)
 
the gold of your arm
possessed by the fire,
like you, she is starving
to touch another soul
but you run away
and she leaves a mark
anyway
the skin is crisp
the burn is raw
with every gust of wind
the pain grows
until it’s gone
the mark will leave soon
it was only temporary
you will forget it
but until the next time
the fire will await your touch.

* (the kitchen poem) was written on the 10th of november at 6:15am, (the burn mark) was written on the 13th of november at 8:31 am.