Burning palms

 

Thursday, May 21, 2015

 

 

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.