Wet flames

1/11/2013

It rained yesterday.

I was in the downpour for a few hours.

I got soaked and freezing.

 

So right when I got home,

I ran upstairs,

And jumped in the shower.

 

At first,

I didn’t turn it past warm.

But I was still cold.

So I turned the knob until it got hot.

 

I stood under the hot water for a while.

And then I stepped out of it

But instantly I felt a chill down my spine.

The air was cold.

So I leapt back under it

It was almost addicting

To stay under the heated stream.

 

After I stood in the shower for a bit,

It was like I got used to it.

My skin became numb to the warmth.

 

So once more,

I twisted the knob until it was hot.

This process repeated itself

Over and over and over again.

 

Eventually my skin turned bright red.

The red almost alarmed me.

But I was too addicted

To the heat to care.

I turned it up again.

 

It burned.

But it burned so good…

 

I turned it up to the maximum heat.

It felt like fire on my flesh.

I was consumed by the wet flame.

I rubbed my arm

And my skin peeled off.

My body was melting.

I became addicted to the heat

Even though it was killing me.

 

That’s how she makes me feel.

 

Reviews

[Fish]

Turned a simple activity into a metaphor for a million things all at once. This is a really great poem :) If i were a crazy english teacher, I could find a hidden, crazy deep meaning behind each line. This is really great :)

[Kupendwa]

Thank you Fish (: There is meaning behind almost every line..