Murder

[QDeathstar]

Murder

The suspect
had been spotted
around the neighborhood in the past
coming for others, i like the opening, but
but it was our season now. you lost me, why season? Surely you mean turn?
Nights were busy
dilating, growing icicles the nights were growing longer, and longer nights make good murder weapons?
as perfect murder weapons.

Death came to our home
on stilts, peered through
our frosted bedroom
window and saw: that kisses
leave tiny bruises which amass
until the kissing stops;
that we went to bed
in mute silence, slept dreamless;
that we were not conscious
of how to love without killing
ourselves in the process. Death offered I dont think you made the transition from death being a pervert staring at you outside your window creepily, to death being able to offer something to you. Perhaps something less cliche than " knocking at your window".... But the transition is missing.
autonomy, a nascent leaf,
an algal bloom of possibilities.

Foul play
was eventually uncovered
in late morning when authorities
dragged the pond
behind the house and discovered
the missing bodies

of our hollow wedding vows.

I like the idea, but the execution got lost in the middle of the poem.