Spontaneous Combustion

Like Hannah

My grief masquerades

As something detested

The pathetic, maddened, unyielding woman. 

Stolen screams in the night

"NO"s rolled over with the

Power of coal steam

Every ounce of strength 

Forced into conducting myself

To this point

Collapse

Viewed down the nose

With vocal disdain

Instead of being

Thrown into the cistern

With the rest of the

Deceased and tainted refuse.

I am held up as evidence

Of the loose in character

What happens when gifts 

Are squandered, not perfected

I know the damning truth

Yet all the devils escape notice 

Evading punishment this day of judgement

My rounded pebbly words

Melt to magma

Spurting and spewing

burning my own skin

I topple, supine

Lava trickling out in fiery rivulets

Carpet combusting in

Devastated flames.

Chairs, dresses, humanity 

Everything my words touch

Ignite 

So, everyone runs

Chaos ensues 

Until the volcano of

Anguish is subdued

Hiding, no use

People love a fireworks display

Until the rain comes and washes 

The anthill away

They all scamper and struggle 

Clambering onto rafts 

Floating downstream

I lay in a heap

Giving off steam

Wrath hardening 

In the drenching downpour

I break away

Skin charred and blistered

Countenance changed

Unrecognizable 

In pain, yes

That's the only way there is

Not crawling on my knees

Lighter now

From emptying out

I stride through the storm

The environment in which I thrive

The rest can run 

Feebly attempt to hide

K.B. Silver