changing,
gloriously
morphing like
basalt melted
down red,
2000 degrees
and dripping
as if from
a wound,
cauterizing
open flesh,
cooling around
pockets of air–
the words
that I will not
let myself waste
my breath on.
I am not sorry.

changing,
gloriously
morphing like
basalt melted
down red,
2000 degrees
and dripping
as if from
a wound,
cauterizing
open flesh,
cooling around
pockets of air–
the words
that I will not
let myself waste
my breath on.
I am not sorry.