Company

And still this
Creature tightened
And yawned
Into my ear.

The high-heel rests
Spike up
It waits to impale
The body lays three
Feet away in blood
It waits for the moon
The moon, the sun, a rope
A rope nooses lightly around
The swollen wrists, they are
Engorged as a lizard on weeping tarmac
A path is blazed
Through the dusted floor
An eye glares through you
Conveying a message

...He is still in the house