Sewn into eyebrows
Is the pressure of bubbling
Simmering and seething
Breathe in shallow puffs
Plucked and weaved into a straight line
Neutral is the reaction
Placating the straight of a hooked fist
Closed eyes and hum
To avoid vomiting
Words
And seep into the floorboards
As the dormant volcano erupts
A crimson monster at your nose
And tectonic brows upheaving
Milk teeth graves sewn into the ground
Toenails calloused
Digging into earth
Patting the ground
Murmured notes of upheaval
Smothered in sorry
Spaghetti hair
In the ground
Uncooked
Cold
Sauce splattered
All over her face
Back into the earth
To be eaten and burped back into God’s throat
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