Pyrovia: inside me

inside: Pyrovia

the catastrophic blistering, angry pyre that built me up

Now, it is lit high up inside of my mouth instead of in my gut

When something happens that is injustice toward someone, my mouth fires out before I think

Sutured up wounds that open to bleed until the heat closes up again

Danger, the flames cannot settle

Ignitia: my idea that yesterday’s Full Moon

Raged inside of my bleeding womanhood first

Giving my woman parts the grandeur of cinderix

Ash and heat that gradually coarsed into tickling my spine (laughing like I was twisted into a RedVine candy listening to Bewitched by Laufey)

With tendrils of Gospel fires that twisted, transformed, deadened my mind

To the existential moroseness of feeling so light in a heavy body

I cannot die if I have sinned without fear

Yet my body aches to transform like a flame does to glass

I know I must not succumb to the flames

I froze, tears slimming down my dark watery pyre

Into dark soot

(Stay by Rihanna broke it all down)

I was born as a conflagration

Searing, rampant,

Burning bright like hell was inside of me all along

Panic in Flames

Gripping like a hand from Hades

Leasing heaven for a small, soft reprieve

I could not afford to get rid of my flame inside

Deep, ravaging—-the gears inside heat to millions of degrees as of a dying star

Yet I would never create anything perfect enough to startle the flames into

Love.