sit and wait, wait and sit.

in lieu of disaster, I sit and wait.
under the table with my knee's pressed to my chest and my arms wrapped around me.
as if I could ever protect myself.

outside, those not under the table, are silent.
tension filling the air visibly in radioactive waves.
they hit me, and they burn me and I cringe, but they don't stop.

a glass breaks, a slap is heard and cries escapes
and I realize, solely, that the cry was mine.
those radioactive waves keep hitting me, burning me.

I am turning into dust,
right before your very eyes, or maybe not because you can't see me.
but i can see you i can see you i can see you.

as the radioactive waves keep hitting me, I stop cringing,
I let them burn my skin, I let myself melt away.
the last thing I hear is another glass break.