Love is 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, Indistinguishable. My insides boil, Bubbling red until The heat, no longer contained Erupts. ¯ Molten tears race down my skin,Continue reading “Unquenched”
Leah Jordan Meahl 