Cinnamon Sale

by Johan Jðnsson

I think he was surprised even to learn

that he had had a soul

It's not like he had any use for it anyway,

or at least so I thought

So I don't see why he's missing it now

I sold it to a forest god

of cinnamon and ashwood

whom I happened to meet

on my way to work last week

Ember eyes burning

behind evergreen locks

her indeciduous smile

barely hiding her

brown pointed teeth

She thanked me

sealing our agreement

with my name

written in blood

on an oak leaf

She offered me $2000

(and a cherry cutting board)

and I had really planned

to share it with him

and still thought

it was a good deal

But he's been howling

outside my front door

for three days now

never silent

never resting

never sleeping

His eyes

are black

and lifeless

His sounds

not of any

human tongue

I'm beginning to think

she ought to have payed me

at least the double