(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #20.)

obsidian
ebony gleam
glinting

it wasn’t
yours to take
but you did

hidden away
you pull it out
stroke it

when no-one
is there to see
your hunger

it wasn’t
yours to keep
but you do

one day
it will escape
break your heart

and then
you’ll both
be free.