I stand in front of you, with a feeling of impending doom 

Just us two, the only people in the room 

I try to run for the door 

But I'm super-glued to the floor 

You give me The Look 

And around me things begin to cook 

The sofa bursts into flames 

Fear urges me to call out your name 

To plead my case so you would stop 

But my mouth is so dry that there's no hope 

Of me even croaking out a sound 

The heat from your eyes makes the room go round 

I reach out for the wall's helping hand 

But it's like hot sand 

So I quickly withdraw 

The coffee table is no more 

Afterall, wood cannot withstand dry acid rain 

I'm sweating now, feeling drained 

Yet you still aim The Look my way 

Unwavering, as if to say "I'm here to stay" 

The TV slowly melts 

I try to look away but your belt 

Is a leash holding me hostage 

Inside an electrified cage 

The VCR follows suit 

You're still mute 

Well, except for the noise created by your eyes 

Then somehow you hear my cries 

You hear my parched pleas 

And you let The Look decrease 

In intensity 


You let me fall into the welcoming arms of 

The door. You know I've had enough 

Later that night 

I don't feel right 

Granted, I did survive 

I was alive 

But oh how I ache all over 

Because of The Look, because of the Lover 

Because of his heat-generation 

Because of his radiation.

Mildred Achoch






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When Mildred Achoch is not writing poems, screenplays, notes on Facebook or content for her blog titled “Kenya Rock Film Festival Journal”, she is busy attending Kenyan rock ‘n’ roll shows, supporting the local bands and being a Christian Goth! She also regularly adds found poems to her blog book titled “Lost in Cyberspace and other Found Poems”. In April 2013, she was one of the participants of the Pulitzer Remix project.