As I arrived at your house this evening,
The curtain billowed gently out of your window
Beckoning, welcoming

I rang the bell and waited for you to open the door
And looked up at the curtain swaying at your window,
Watching, waiting

You were unusually slow to answer the door, not like you
And I thought the curtain stirred in agitation
Hungry, impatient

You surprised me, leading me upstairs in silence
And I sensed the curtain snapping in the chill wind
Angry, frightening

Then you laughed, the abortion was easy you said
And the curtain rose and fell, rose and fell
Vicious, happy

I snapped your neck in a thundering fury,
And ripped the curtain into useless shreds
Joyous, insane.