Sensing Seconds

Mar 11, 2008 - 20:20 PM PST

I feel the heat on the back of my neck
Click
The hammer is cocked
Numb on my temples
My hair on its ends
And I stare forward
Wishing reality away
Do What He Says!
Do What He Says!
But still am I
Feeling the tense air
It Breaks
A gust rushes forward
Then comes the heaviness
Stomach drops,Heart sinks
Before the sharp bite
And I stare forward
As the tiles come closer
Fingers and Toes curl up
Warmth all over
The most beautiful crimson