Call

The dining room was so long,

a shape and not a form.

The first time,
 I ran from myself and just adorned.

I stared at me, fell to my knee,

as matches lit with cardboard rip,

held down his head,

I filled with dread,

as flames began to burn.

Ladder back chair, china stare,

the men grabbed his hair,

my pants were not opaque.

With shoulders pressed,

with hands so stressed,

I blew out the flame over there.

Repeat the stare,

repeat I bare,

repeat, repeat, repeat it all.

I dare.

No, I'm still not tall.

No, repent, it was so small.

No, repent, it was a doll.

No, repent, it was their call!!!

K.A.P.

5/9/2009