Drinking water from the mouth of Hades.
A liquid flaming gold,
Scooped from the river of fire itself.
The lava leaves burning scars on my lips,
My soul is but melted rock,
My insides boil,
Bubbling red until
The heat, no longer contained
Molten tears race down my skin,
It’s Pompeii come to devastate again.
And when the tears cool,
And the glow hardens to rock,
A blanket of ash lays me down to sleep.
For awhile, all is calm,
Until I thirst again…