Helena

magma epidermis
touch ocean salt, I freeze
thousands of degrees so still
lest I move, come back to you
but I feel so fertile still
letting my sensory wander
I was waiting for the out
I was waiting to erupt
I was waiting to swallow the earth whole
least I can do is move, stray from you
it makes one wonder
how long we thought
I could remain
dormant.

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