Road Trip to the End of the World
April 20th 2011 01:28
Liquid stone,
so hot it would make bones melt.
Black skin
with molten metals in its veins
and burning eyes that glow all night long.
***
Cherry blossoms and ash clouds.
Disfigured by nuclear fire.
Scalded by boiling oceans.
Soon you will ooze liquid cement from every pore.
When they only used water,
none could satisfy your hellish appetite for long.
A man-made volcano.
***
He is my pet fire,
or so you told your neighbor.
Don’t worry,
he does not bark or bite.
He breathes fire now and again
but we need to him
he makes good toast.
***
Fire flowers cooled by ocean waves.
Drawn up from a pool of liquid fire.
***
An sea of flames.
A pool of acid.
Etched in salt water and rimmed in radioactive dreams.
Purified until the brink of death.
Stones with hearts of fire.
The rock that burns.
Pouring saltwater on old molten wounds.
Washed in burning blood.
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