Tuesday, December 27, 2011

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.

8 comments:

  1. Even in the shadows of things you write like an angel. I hope your okay girl. Hugs always.

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  2. This was written so beautifully, hope that you're okay. :(

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  3. luv this poem, amazingly surreal.

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  4. Beautiful!
    Reading you again is like seeing an old friend. Have a wonderful 2012, darling xx

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  5. beautiful writing - you're talented!

    happy new year

    xox

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  6. Lovely, lovely girl. I miss your words so much. I'm glad to be reading your blog again.
    I wish you the best of this new year. Your writing is beautiful.

    Answer to your question: I am well. Very well, indeed. I am home in Nigeria with my lovely family. My days couldn't get any better. :)

    You have my love.


    LOVE!

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  7. So glad you are back. Your writing is beautiful, and I hope you are okay. Sending {{{HUGS}}}

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