My
palms burn just from the thought of it
As
if I have pressed both hands against a stove
Never
learning from experience
About
how hot things get when I press too hard
This
growling volcano inside of me
Needing
only an ounce of friction to explode
The
rumbling of it rocking inside me
Waiting
for the moment when I will erupt,
And
then a never ending sequence of earthquakes
I am
unable to control, nor want to,
Pressing
my palms again and again
Against
the scalding stove until I burn up
And
still have not learned my lesson.
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