Magmatic

⚠️Trigger Warning: The following poems contains subject matter pertaining to self-harm⚠️

Magma

is the molten material

dwelling below the rock

[the flesh].

It is

the hidden malady.

the tortured poltergeist.

the failed escape artist.

And tried it did to

liberate

itself from the body

of the hostess:

thrashing against

the hitched shutters

of my eyes

determined to beat

my plexiglass corneas to

shards

wringing my veins

into an excruciating helix

leaving me no choice

but to disentangle

so it could pour

from the cuts on my wrists

ascending my windpipe

as if it were a volcano

daring me to regurgitate

to breathe fire

but

I hold back the tears.

I clot and bandage.

I swallow my own vomit

dormancy.

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