The flames are silent. They drift into the vents. The room is stone, it’s stone, it’s stone, it’s…the tapestry, a gift from mom, catches fire, then the rug, just let me die.
“Come, Alexandre, darling, listen!”
The fire, I am a kēmist by training, kerosene, “it is a flammable liquid and the vapors can explode.”
The air in the room ignites, a cold burst of red and yellow and orange and painful and mother help me
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry (Dave Mustaine 1995)—
Come dear, “she says,” I am disoriented, my bed is singed, but it didn’t catch. The rug is finding its way to me though. I’m dead.
“Come on, you can do it!”
I see her beckon. I hear from the hall, calls for his life. He doesn’t call for me, the trash man. All the servants are out, he is alone, but for me.
“Let the wicked burn in hell, my love, we have work to do here yet! Can’t you see them? They dance with the flames, the wicked, still, look! I want to join them, but my lovely, you still need taking care of, don’t you?”
You can always trust a schizophrenic; if she’s your mother.
I stand up, the bed catches, finally, sharing a moment of heat and lust with the rug. I don’t see smoke, but I cough anyway.
“Look!” he enters the room, my mother is still not helping, she’s helping, look, I look, I look, I loo-
“Hey, kiddo,” I say to him, I say to Orion.
Orion, my owner, looks at me, he’s frightened, paralyzed. He; I feel now, that my resentment was misplaced. He scans the books, on fire. I take the dictionary from the smoldering bed and add it to hell pyre (Zelos Wilder 2003), and laugh as my mother does; the saccharin laugh of our family.
“Nice of you to join us, what’s burning, did the vents do their job?” I stride to the window and open it. The flames feed on the oxygen, the atmosphere, my life.
“Everything! There was a burst in every ventilated room—”
I hated him, so I took him and threw him out the window, save them from the flames, I called.
Then, my mother and I, we left the building and let it die, die instead of me, I’m more important. I’m more important.
(End of Portion)
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