the thick mantle hidden deep beneath our feet

melts bit by bit and fists of molten rock thrust

themselves into already cramped chambers

but my mother always strokes restless

eyelids closed to try stop even

the lightest bit of magma

erupting through one of many

cracks in the earth crust surfacing

as scorching lava from my eyes and mouth

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