Darkness

The light went out as she stood there. And finally she could see.

Just a humble kitchen. Table and chairs waiting for people who aren't coming. Dull knives spreading butter on soft bread. Holes everywhere.

The lighters with their open lids. No flame. The cups with their missing bottoms. No satisfaction in killing the thirst before it happens.

Cold word factories spill over. Everything is polluted. This impetuous refinery does nothing. Filth will always be filth. Poison can't be turned into medicine.

But the tall smoke stacks both menace and promise as they turn the sky dark. The sun still hurts my eyes.

The light went out for no reason. No one touched the switch.