A Metaphor for Ecstasy

This is an announcement. I am no longer a snake in the grass. I am the flames engulfing your fucking house. I have come here, in the dead of night, with violence on my mind. I knew you were sleeping, and all the meanwhile I was creeping through your front door, down your hallway, into the bedroom where you feel peaceful at night, snaking up the leg of your bed, wrapping my hand around your throat. I am choking you. To death. With purpose.

The whole city is watching. The neighbors are awake. They are standing in the front yard. The news is here. Your family knows. You’re making headlines while we are watching you dying.

Me? I’m standing outside your house with a smile on my face, drinking this delicious glass of tea.

You? You’re going down.