Maybe the stuffing was lava,
burning from the inside out
causing all that anger
steaming from base to spout.
Nothing can survive that heat,
the red fire concealed by seems.
Not one soul could last,
not barely long enough to scream.
The thick river burned up everything inside
beneath soft skin, only a void.
To answer your question,
behind my eyes, why is there so much pain?
I’ll tell you,
the burning is driving me insane.