Worry not, my dear.
I see that you are tired.
Come in, theres no need to rush.
Lie down, my bed is plush.
The wife has cookies in the oven.
There are about a dozen.
I know, she chose him instead.
Don't let it get to your head.
Is your neck feeling any better?

Blood.
Seeping into skin, staining bones.

I can’t write a poem today.

The sun is shining.
Glorious, warm rays of light.
It’s too bright.