I am Vesuvius.
Beloved and seemingly sturdy and strong and safe.
People mill around my base,
Planting their food and livelihood in my soil.
People trust my seemingly sturdy and strong and safe appearance,
Not even considering the danger within me,
Until I erupt.
The swirling, boiling magma and the intense pressure form a deadly combination.
Everyone around me, everyone I hold dear is gone.
Everyone who talked and played and worked and lived near me is gone.
Everyone who utilized my resources.
Everyone that trusted me is gone.
It is then that I realize something about myself.
Inside that seemingly sturdy and strong and safe exterior,
I am toxic.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
I am Vesuvius.
Beloved and seemingly sturdy and strong and safe.
People mill around my base,
Planting their food and livelihood in my soil.
People trust my seemingly sturdy and strong and safe appearance,
Not even considering the danger within me,
Until I erupt.
The swirling, boiling magma and the intense pressure form a deadly combination.
Everyone around me, everyone I hold dear is gone.
Everyone who talked and played and worked and lived near me is gone.
Everyone who utilized my resources.
Everyone that trusted me is gone.
It is then that I realize something about myself.
Inside that seemingly sturdy and strong and safe exterior,
I am toxic.
