That molten flow that surges from within
Erupting, spewing, gushing from your mouth
Your coughs cracking into magma
Harden into igneous growls
Can you feel the soot
Staining your lips?
It settles on your tongue
Parched and dry
Every breath fills your lungs with ash
I can’t imagine the pain
Scalding to your core
You’ve held it for so long
Skin hardening to granite
Tectonic plates for armour
But still the lava pushes through the cracks
Searing your skin
Drawing rivulets like scars
Coursing through your veins so viciously
That if you bite your tongue
You can taste sulfur
And it burns.
So, I’ve been made aware that it is National Poetry Writing Month. Naturally, I thought it would therefore be the perfect time to emerge from underneath my mound of university work to share some poetry for the occasion.
This one was in response to a prompt from #NaPoWriMoxNidhScraps which was: ‘What does anger taste like?’
I’ve been playing around with Canva for a while now, so the post you see on my instagram is the product of that experience. One day, I’ll settle on a default design that I’ll use as a theme and an – what’s that word again? – ‘aesthetic’. Until such a time, my only ‘aesthetic’ will be my eclecticism. Or, to summarise: my #daedalianism
As for being late to these prompts and to National Poetry Writing Month in general, blame it on the trepverter effect.