The Disassembled Princess Poem by Alexander Romanov

Smoke has already started coming out of my window,
Traffic lights blink yellow,
Threads and glue are everywhere on the stove,
You are on the floor in a semi-assembled state.

I'm ready to admit it didn't go very well,
Pliers lie in a puddle of red,
I couldn't put you back together in pieces,
And the goal seemed so close.

Crawl, my little flame, up the curtain,
Possess me, my narcotic gas,
I will kiss every piece of the disassembled princess
For the last time.

Around the apartment, I roam with a lighter,
Let everything burn, nothing could be brighter.
The curtains and wallpaper are set ablaze,
With the smoke, I follow your ethereal blaze.

The flames devour my skin, yet I laugh,
Pain, excruciating pain, but I feel not,
The neighbor's dog barks, a distant sound,
As my body turns to ash, consumed by the fiery plot.

Crawl, my little flame, up the curtain,
Possess me, my narcotic gas,
I will kiss every piece of the disassembled princess
For the last time.