Electric Chair

The room is dark

And the air around me is musty.

Seated,

I feel wood beneath me

Forcing my body to conform.

Discomfort sets in as my wrists

Struggle against iron shackles.

I cry for help,

But my tongue is tied.

My eyes search the room,

If it is a room,

For sign of life.

My fingers stretch

Beyond their strength,

Reaching for something,

Anything.

I hear a footstep –

I peer into the darkness

With all my might.

I hear your voice,

A Siren’s call.

Every one of my muscles twitches

To the sound,

Every molecule in my body

Bends and twists.

I hear a switch,

A signal sound,

And the molecules split,

The atoms race.

A light flashes.

I see you,

Holding my life

In your hands,

And then I’m gone.