Unsolved Enigmas: Spontaneous Combustion - Poem by Patti Masterman
I had a dream my hands were turning black,
First just around the nails;
Then later, other parts; sort of a hit-and-miss pattern.
It looked like the first signs of spontaneous combustion.
I knew from reading, that liquor is often
Suspected as a factor in the chain reaction
Which is causative of, or results in
The final carbonization of the body.
At least I don't smoke.
I woke up in a cold sweat, but my two hands
Still were burning, on fire, just like in the dream
I thought, oh my god, this must be how it begins
Poured all the tequila down the sink.
I'm still watching my hands though...
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