Written by m ennenbach

erupt

spewing out
poetic fumes
as tectonic
plates shift
in silent fury
i feel myself
about to erupt
so i bite down
on my tongue
hoping the
blood sacrifice
appeases the
sullen soul
as i lay waste
to a bedrock
of porous pumice
from the last
catastrophic burst

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