Erupt

Control is something I no longer have.

I am all blaze,
and my heart is the source of this heat;
charred on the surface but churning beneath with molten lava,
pumping ashes through my veins.

My chest explodes in flames
just beneath the skin,
and the fire climbs down to my gut,
cooling into a glassy block of obsidian.

I can't control the course of the heat,
the weight of this stone,
the numbness I feel as it sits
compared to this churning fire.

A glass of cold water
makes the burning subside;
leaving me with a
solid stone for a heart and

debris for a mind.