Lava
I’m choking on lumps of words in the back of my throat
ruthless animals rattling a rusting silver cage
just dying to be released
take me back to the days
where the words exploded from me,
molten lava sentences cascading from eager lips
syllables dripping off the tip of my tongue
creating a molten pool worth drowning in.
Emma Butterfield
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•Portland based ecstatic dancer and yogi with a quirky sense of humor who loves the outdoors most of the time • Creative Nonfiction and Poetry• Healing backwards and forwards in time• ~My writing is something I pour my heart and energy into. Please keep this in mind and do not share without asking permission.~
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