Hot Lava


A raining, volcano is burning my skin.

Trying to erupt while so deep within.

Dark, smooth, skin hard as if stone.

Glides while it melts turning flesh into bone.

Fingertips, ignite; each one at a time sending messages simmering inside.

Pressure is building, bursts of steam shoot in the air.

Coming from the cracks, in molten rock breaking the ground.

Smoke slowly rises and rotates around, dropping off ashes lightly floating down.

Hot lava is erupting.

Slowly running down.

Oozing as it spills.

Into a pool as it fills.