Electricity crackles within me
As I writhe, scintillating and stark
Sparks r u s h over my body
Flames Consume all
Flesh, soul, and thought
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
I tried desperately to control it
Suffocating the breath of my heart
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
Every contemplation
Each leaping motion
Riles and stokes
Shining, a beacon
Heat sends me popping and whizzing
To the edge of sheer cliffs of doubt
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
Igniting my crystalline core
Tortion begins at
Toes of burnished gold
Waving undulations ripple
Across my glowing form
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
Rolling down joint to joint
On tiles slick
And shockingly cold
Radiation blasts
Energy building
Heat shimmer billows
Interior melting
Smelting removes
Impurities
Dispersed into the atmosphere
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
My incandescent soul
Recycling
Liquefying from the bottom up
An inverted taper
Flaring, softening
Fuels beading
Each falls with a
Leisurely
D
R
I
P
The past evaporated
Fuming noxiously
Flashing
Metallic blue and green
I fly on wings ablaze with purpose
A raging inferno
Dancing ribbons of light
Ring and enwrap
Neurons flicker
Combusting wings flap
A golden phoenix in flight
Nothing left of the life
I once knew
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
Ascension to heaven commence
Swirling updrafts
Convey flames in massive breaths
Coruscating with hope
Joy enraptures my fiery heart
Spreading, a s h o c k w a v e
In the sizzling dark
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
All corporeal matter
Sparks instantaneously to life
Incinerating
Ash like petals
Floats eerily up
Drawn into the infinite black
π₯β€οΈβπ₯π¦βπ₯β€οΈβπ₯π₯
Serendipity takes tight hold
A vice grip on my ancient molten soul
Reborn in agony one time too many
I'm called home to the
Depths of the
Burning Solstice Star
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.


Comments (3)
Oooo, coruscating is a new word for me. Loved your beautiful poem!
This poem is incredibly powerful and full of fire! You did an amazing job describing that feeling of total change and intense energy. The images of electricity, melting, and becoming a golden phoenix are fantastic.
Oh WOW, this was blazingly gorgeous! Honestly, this piece feels alive, like it crackles if you read it out loud. Big kudos βthis is molten poetry at its finest. Love the format of this poem! π