During MRI

While the words have started flowing again

they are not comforting words

They slither on the parameter of my thoughts.

They suspect platitudes,

question best guesses.

Demand facts that are elusive at best.

They are wrapping around my heart;

thin layers of slender insectoid silk, building layers,

muffling and slowing the beat.

Sixth day and more was expected.

I want his voice,

            even raised in anger.

I want his fists

            to clench and raise.

I want him

            to rip away the tubes.

I want to feel

            this is not

                        an empty wish.

I want to look at inhabited eyes.

Ariel

Dec 9, 2010