This living room is lava

Explosive

It's everywhere

I don't know where to go

There is nowhere safe

No place where the fire doesn't flow

It's heating up

Burning

But I have to be here

When your home is on fire

Where do you go

Especially when no one knows

Ash fills this house

No trust

Nowhere to step

I don't know what to do

Danger lingers everywhere

No place to go

The eruption never stops

I guess I am used to it

Wishing forever I wasn't here

What do you do

When where your suppose to be safe

Is what is killing you

The floor is lava.
The walls are smoke.
Everything hurts.

Family is vapor;
Friends are ghosts;
Flames crawl up the old paneling.

I don't burn,
but I'm always on fire.
Thinking, thinking, thinking.

It's not the thinking.
It's the remembering.
Molten metal in a mold.

The cushion is like an island
in the middle of the floor.
One step in any direction....