In The Kitchen...

In the kitchen, she gets strange thoughts. What are they?

Trembling eyelids

held down by the weight

of a thousand tears, and

the eyes, hung low before you

casting looks upon linoleum 

Feelings cannot be

refined

The heavy eyes,

obscured by wisps of 

warm brown;

they look upon the

silent counters,

keep the silver 

as an option

Want is not a

need

To end it all,

the voice pondered...

at the moment such wouldn't

seem so bad...

although, she knows,

10 weeks ago, a thing 

as such, would not 

even begin to cross

her silly mind

We kill and then we 

bleed

She held the hand 

of the cold silver,

the first time 

she ever held someone,

although they were cold.

Her new friend,

or vice, would suffice

in the want she so desperately

needed to sate.

Author's Note

I want to see who actually understood this. Comment what you think is about and what happened.