I looked in the mirror today
and again I saw the volcano
against the background of the ocean and farms

I looked in the mirror today
and again my eyes were yellow
on a strange bluish face

I looked in the mirror today
and again I saw myself
I saw a girl of future times

11.07.18

I'm rushed out of my house,
Torn out of a clean smell,
My white floors,

It's soon replaced with the smell of burnt hair,
And my eyes are a bit clouded.

I know I should evacuate,
But I can't find my friends,
Or family,
In this ashen air,

The air is silent,
Torrid and burly,
Dark,

I don't know where to go,
Or what to do,

The space around me is sweltering,
And I can barely make out blurs of red and orange, Solvent,

I realize the sky isn't silent,
But soundproof,
I can hear subdued screams,

Crying of babies,
Vociferating mothers,
Agonized friends,
And shrill screeches,

It all overwhelms me at first,
The crumbling destitution, calamity,
Because I realize,
It had to be my fault,
For not running,
For not saving anyone,

I proved everyone right, didn't I?

My friends,
My family,
They're gone,
They've left, haven't they?

Seized by this vehement heat,
and ****** lava,
Frenzied gas,
Eliminated immediately,

I can tell it's truly nobody's fault,
But for some reason,
It feels exactly like it's mine,
As if I made this volcano explode,

I'm paralyzed,
Next to you,
My kingdom of dirt exploding around us,
Gas filling our noses,

Next to you,
My dearest, suffering friend,
And we'll be stuck together,

Suffering together,
And we meet eyes,
Scintillating flames, a pause

And as I stand there, watching in horror,
I can feel something rather decalescent sink my foot into earth,
An acidic silt jogging around it,
And I can hear myself struggle to scream into the ozone sky,

And the only sight I can see,
Is you,
Gasping for air,
And I can feel the lava overtake my legs,
And the vehement of the earth stings,
And we're stuck,

As our last words blur together,
Words of friendship,
And words of forgiveness,

We forgive eachother,
Although it's nobody's fault,
But this vehement earth,
This nefarious kingdom of dirt,

And as we meet gazes one last time,
I try to tell you to run, I shove you away,
But I only cause you to sink deeper into the lava,
I try to tell you again and again,
to run, to do anything,
But I can't,
And my eyes blur over,

And for some reason,
I can see my breath in the air,
One last time,
And I'm gone,

And so are you,
Forever stuck in this rut,
Two stone figures stuck in heated earth,
Like the figures in Pompei
Smolten statues,
Shortened apologies,
Unable to move,

Forever stuck,
On this smolten earth.

She is icy/hot,
Hot and cold like Gobi Desert.
When she is icy,
She is cold as Antarctica,
Breathtakingly  beautiful, alluring, allusive,
Frigid as a stone,
Aloof as the stars,
Frosty as an iceberg.
Her  steel blue eyes can pierce your very being,
Her wintry smile stops you in mid-sentence.
When she is aroused,
She becomes a smouldering volcano,
Tempestuous, cascading  hot lava
of desire,
As fiery as a glowing Sun,
As passionate as a young lover,
She emits an aura of sensuality,
She becomes an inferno of ecstasy ,
A bagful of icy/hot feminity.