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I was upset one day and my friend just put her hand on the radiator then on my forehead and went “Radiator Therapy”. It’s now a big in-joke. Today I’ve been miserable, and was sitting by the radiator in English. Updated. Pls R&R
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 85 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-17-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2490226
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I curl
against the radiator, pressing close in need,
I'm
craving its heat, the familiarity of its contact.
It presses
ridges into my side and back so that the
clear
metal burns my flesh making me cringe away,
then back
again, unable to get enough, needing
to be
nearer, so close I cannot be separated,
nor
distinguished as a different object. The heavy
heat bites
and makes me heady and flushed. I cling
to the
reality of the radiator, even as I become lost.
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