Radiation

I stand in front of you, with a feeling of impending doom Just us two, the only people in the room I try to run for the door But I'm super-glued to the floor You give me The Look And around me things begin to cook The sofa bursts into flames Fear urges me to call out your name To plead my case so you would stop But my mouth is so dry that there's no hope Of me even croaking out a sound The heat from your eyes makes the room go round I reach out for the wall's helping hand But it's like hot sand So I quickly withdraw The coffee table is no more Afterall, wood cannot withstand dry acid rain I'm sweating now, feeling drained Yet you still aim The Look my way Unwavering, as if to say "I'm here to stay" The TV slowly melts I try to look away but your belt Is a leash holding me hostage Inside an electrified cage The VCR follows suit You're still mute Well, except for the noise created by your eyes Then somehow you hear my cries You hear my parched pleas And you let The Look decrease In intensity Gradually You let me fall into the welcoming arms of The door. You know I've had enough Later that night I don't feel right Granted, I did survive I was alive But oh how I ache all over Because of The Look, because of the Lover Because of his heat-generation Because of his radiation. Written January 19th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 06:32 PM PST, Mildred Achoch   0 • 10