Hot magma grief crawling up my throat, spews out my mountaintop.
Slow motion consumption,
smoldering lava of sorrow breathing for the first time.
gasp
for
air
A world of color turned soot soaked black.
Submission, there is none.
No rest for the wicked or the anguished.
Unhurriedly and deliberately,
obliterated.


Everythingmovesinslowmotion.
Yourworldstops
all else carries on.
Anditdoesn’tmakesense
What lays in the wake of grief?

Disrespectfully silent.
For such a geography shifting event.

You may beg,
plead,
wrought to your knees,


The landscape of my heart vast,
The volcanic mass of grief left behind something inside,
What?
  
Melancholy ash.
Birthed of lava.
Agony.
Anguish.
Gloom and
Purgatory.
Heavy in my chest.

Holy Tribulation.
Despondent.
Dejected.
We're in hot water now,
Boiled in a breath uncaught.
distraught.
Third degree, cremated.
Solomons wife.

Enraged.
Incinerated.
Vexed.
Unyielding.

A kind hand cauterizes my weeping wounds only for a moment.