the lady in my oven loves the lady in my wallsA Poem by Sam Life crawled out of my oven this morning and slammed the door behind her. "It's all a scam," she said, she breathed, (breath! oh how lungs could so greedily inhale oxygen but carbon monoxide could make her choke-) "It's all a sham, this Death business. He doesn't want to bargain. He only deals in riddles." suddenly quite sullen, i turned the gas off. maybe Death was a liar and a cheat, but Pain always kept her promises; i was peeling away at yellow wallpaper to find the woman i trapped inside years ago, who is wretched and wails because she knows Pain; they made a deal. i shut her up in the walls & had them painted over. (why did i do it to her- why did i let her stare at nothing until suddenly there were nooses in the patterns and ladies creeping in the garden by moonlight? i am not even a Husband.) Death offered me a poisoned apple, but not before he showed me the poisoned comb, and before that he so kindly offered to lace up my stays. i take a bite, and my teeth are sharp. i taste copper on my tongue as Death screams out in agony. i traded my life for hers, shook and pulled until the bars of her cell broke and all the ladies who ever crept by moonlight, daylight, twilight, came out with smiling maws and yellowed fingertips.
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2 Reviews Added on June 12, 2019 Last Updated on June 12, 2019 Tags: freeform, emotional, death, life, the yellow wallpaper, feminism, mental illness |