To The Death Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

You tug at my innocent heart
And I feel grinning hooks
Attach themselves
To me; I wasn’t ready.

The chocolate milk box
Remains untouched
I feel no hunger or thirst
Just a little need.

Searching your pockets
You toyed with your car keys
Eyeing the lamp
That was a shade of blue.

With pancake residue
And cheeks flushed
I looked away;
My mind was a unicorn.

Sold of air
And sense for reason
Fatal is your existence, sir,
But take me to the death.