Nothing’s amiss then

suddenly

Negative pressure

Mist feels fine

Blood simmering beneath

Go to fill the kettle

Waterless

Boiled down to bone

Still clear to the irises

Walk slowly to shade

Lava pillow glowing, growling

ruptured cap quake expulsion

I am criss-crossed hollow mined harrow

Can’t get burial out

No aerial stand-by

Not even an emergency yet

Drawn and quartered in the waiting room

Everything tastes of you and I am suffocating

So be it

There are worse ways to be awake.