Heat

It’s the heat
That hits first
Racing racing racing
Through my veins
Quieted nerves
Shocked into action

Buzzing in the ears
Happens next
Face flushes
Hands tighten into fists

Invaded
Full bodied
Invasion
Release it
For it hurts
My stomach

The volcano blows its stack

Consequences
Painful consequences
Of the windfall
Choking dust
Eyes blinded by tears
Quivering body
Covered in blackened ash

Destruction
All around
Regret
Burning
Burning
Regret

©2014 Jill Baker