A SCORCHING
I am but sweltering fury,
Dormant lava.
A winter sun
He sees, but can't feel
His warm hands
try to thaw my wall.
I offer nothing
but a forged cry.
The only heat
a burning question.
Her name?
Name that melted
My heart to a stew.
Icing to a standstill.
His eyes mirror
my glass ones.
A glint of light
Gets caught in
The reflection.
Searing control
Lighting the fire
Of all fires.
Flaming tears,
Flood the
bed frame.
I have him.
Surrounded.
Caught.
Panicked.
Mangling out
"Her name?"
