Burn

My eyes burn red hot.
Lava seeps from my pupils
Gushing down my cheeks
In blistering streams.
Searing drops fall to my chest
Turning my T-shirt to ash.
Anger fuels the bubbling rock.
It will lie dormant again.
Smoldering until the next eruption.
Glowing magma and hate.
I wait.

                 --Aimee Nance