Avalanche

Ugh!
There it is, that
pulsing magma that
dizzying charcoal that
deep, dark-black liquid
brewing grossly,
churning,
waking,
gaining consciousness
like a long-silent soul
when you polish the oil-lamp
but this one–
this one it doesn’t spring from
the spout
it doesn’t
burst from the seams
or drizzle to the floor like
sugar
it just
sticks inside
my ribs
telling me–
you’d better
open your fucking mouth.

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