Gone

Howling. It had exploded from within
We were still bitten by the dry cold
Snarl of the Alaska summer night
When the colours just fade and nothing disappears
I felt the blast in my neck
She had wanted to hurt me
My face dislocated itself
A cheek fell off and my eyes
swiftly turned from green to black
while my lips dried out
Behind the window, he saw it all
Discomfort of a tale turning into an
anecdote, an uncomfortable feeling
When the treasured secret is exposed
The second day he had walked around the place
measuring the amount of broken glass
with his sensitive eyes and fingers

Chris Burden - TV hijack