Chemistry class, block two <br />consists of electrons, Mendeleev's table and a few beakers. <br />The room is surrounded, right across the hall <br />are the religion class and the student speakers. <br /> <br />Had a lab today, looking at the relationship of reactants to products, <br />composed with magnesium chloride and sodium hydroxide. <br />A girl picked up a flask, that over the years <br />from multiple reactions, accumulated hairline fissures it hides. <br /> <br />The glass look polished and conclusive; <br />it's painted numbers visible, precise and sane in measuring matter. <br />Wouldn't have a second thought to grab such necessary item and squeeze. <br />but I swear you brush my lips, and I know I'll shatter. <br /> <br />Because the surface is unforeseeable! <br />It's as simple as my temper, quietly fiery glass <br />on a cool, stoical surface like your composure, will snap and burst. <br />Oh, ironic is fragility in me discovered in chemistry class… <br /> <br />And perhaps we all go through life, <br />Steady for storming and precipitating and reacting. <br />and we settle down to use, to being someone's husband or wife.... <br />Until a hint of pressure causes a burst, and sends us, brokenly, packing<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-lessons-learned-in-chemistry/
