in a copper pot

in a copper pot... by elizabeth mckinnon

This little dark kitchen
This still, small flame
Take me to this burning place

My protests give way
And I melt
Under ever-watchful eyes

A comfortable warm

Then I'm sweating and I'm panting and I'm crying

Then the slow melt.

Giving in
Like a thousand times before.

I've managed to forget the pain every time.

Now an aroma is rising,
a fowl stench
And the eyes still closely watching.

Ever melting
Ever breaking
Ever rising