At the mere sound of her
he
melted.
Simply melted.
Not some poetic metaphor
but really
…melted.
Pool upon the floor.
“Agggggggh! ” & so
it’s come to this!
“It’s so Kafka
…esque! ”
“Who will clean me up…this…this
stain? ”
He wondered to himself.
He thought he wondered aloud
but his voice had begun to melt also.
The last thing he had heard
before the phenomenom
had happened
was that she would be(human consciousness
fading now) over before the hour
hath ended.
He felt like praying
but there was no one to pray to
that he
believed in.
Oh God…& now this!
He had thought
he may well have spontaneous
combusted
at least he had read about that
& understood it in some little way
but this
to melt
at the sound of her?
Well, here
she
is
looking gorgeous
(as usual) but
looking annoyed now & looking for him
eagerly…so eagerly.
“I’m here! Here! ”
he screamed at her
pathetically…telepathically
b ut she could never read his mind
and certainly not now.
His screams
got caught in a finely tuned cobweb
that set the spider
at the heart of it
dancing.
“Damn him!
“Damn him…to Hell! ”
he heard her curse
her bust rising & falling
whilst mopping him up
and to make matters worse
a disgusted: “Yuck! ”
before she
flushed him down the loo.
He felt sh*t
as if he was nothing now
but sewage.
It was a long journey to
the sea
maybe
he would be recycled
into a glass of clear cold water.
She banged the door
(which rattled the loose pane in the bathroom window)
swore…again…she who never swore.
“That’s it! ”
“That…is…it!
“No more! ”
“No…more! ”
jangling her keys
whilst wiping away the tears
thinking to herself
she wouldn’t see me again.
Ever.
“It’s over! ”
“Over! ”
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