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A Fatal Request 10/30/06
She was awake when the phone rang.
She picked it up, already knowing
who it was.
He sounded strained.
It's 4:00 in the morning.
Her mind races..their closeness
unfolds before her sky blue eyes.
He holds back on the phone...
he wants to see her right away.
She only agrees, due to the
urgency of his confused voice.
The night is crisp, the rain is
relentless.
The moon, a crooked smile in the night sky.
The car moves at
an exasperating pace.
As she arrives at his red door he
is on the white porch, hands on
his face, torment bleeding through his pores.
"What is it? Please be honest," she asks.
His eyes avert, he is wrestling
with demons he cannot let go.
He holds out his shaking hands
to her, her mind doubting this moment.
Tears fall down as he looks her in the eyes
and says words no one expected,
"When I decide to spontaneously combust,
will you burn with me and let
the fire incinerate the menagerie of our
thoughts and emotions?"
His hands are quivering.
His request is selfish.
They have so much to live for...but there it is...
with pain...comes perfect clarity.
He knows the fear on her unflinching face.
She looks back to what she will lose.
He looks ahead to all they will gain.
His eyes are blank.
This life killed his soul, she knows this.
Is she willing to die with her only love?
His spark is gone, his eyes hold
a terrible coldness.
She will share his flame
of insanity.
They will burn as one, and
the smoke... will define...
She was awake when the phone rang.
She picked it up, already knowing
who it was.
He sounded strained.
It's 4:00 in the morning.
Her mind races..their closeness
unfolds before her sky blue eyes.
He holds back on the phone...
he wants to see her right away.
She only agrees, due to the
urgency of his confused voice.
The night is crisp, the rain is
relentless.
The moon, a crooked smile in the night sky.
The car moves at
an exasperating pace.
As she arrives at his red door he
is on the white porch, hands on
his face, torment bleeding through his pores.
"What is it? Please be honest," she asks.
His eyes avert, he is wrestling
with demons he cannot let go.
He holds out his shaking hands
to her, her mind doubting this moment.
Tears fall down as he looks her in the eyes
and says words no one expected,
"When I decide to spontaneously combust,
will you burn with me and let
the fire incinerate the menagerie of our
thoughts and emotions?"
His hands are quivering.
His request is selfish.
They have so much to live for...but there it is...
with pain...comes perfect clarity.
He knows the fear on her unflinching face.
She looks back to what she will lose.
He looks ahead to all they will gain.
His eyes are blank.
This life killed his soul, she knows this.
Is she willing to die with her only love?
His spark is gone, his eyes hold
a terrible coldness.
She will share his flame
of insanity.
They will burn as one, and
the smoke... will define...
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coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
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She looks back to what she will lose.
He looks ahead to all they will gain.
Unfortunately, this is how relationships usually work! Very much true, my dear.
He looks ahead to all they will gain.
Unfortunately, this is how relationships usually work! Very much true, my dear.