Chornobyl

You are standing in the middle of our home when the reactor fails; and I am suddenly aware of the small things that are dying. Im aware that Im the booze on your breath, Im that strange guitar you play when the alcohol is coursing through your veins. Im aware of that secret angry that no one see's, Im suddenly the hidden sweetness and I have always been the object of posession. I fall out of my brain and back into conciousness and Your pinning my mouth with kisses that alternate between anger and happiness, I cant differentiate, so I simply reciprocate and keep my eyes open so I can watch your face as the radiation starts to melt the world around us. You’re so sleepy; Once aware, you turn sluggish and our bodies gag on the radiaton; Im holding your hands, in the midst of the meltdown, and Im whispering suggestions and salutations in love’s stubborn ears -- you'll never understand what it means to have loved you. You think this meltdown is theirs, but it belongs to us. Outdated scraps of hollow experience; all of the past pains and loves shred in sync with the tender cells of our immune system and our brains slam into full, suffocating realization of iminent death. It sterilizes us and our minds give way to cellular rot and sickens us like dogs and we feel our bodies dying! Over stimulated nerves give way to a flood of endorphin’s as feelings melt away, Our hands melt into each others and we sob in the presence of each other's end; your so beautiful and an ugly death was the irony life perscribed.I am one with the reaper; and I am confronted with a first person viewpoint that serves as a metaphor as well; You got twisted up with an unstable reactor and Im taking us both down in an invisible infatuation of deadly energy. Delirium sets in and a string quartet wafts in as an auditory hallucination…

And we are reincarnated one last time.