Her fire is liquid.
All from a crack so stupid-
so stupid deep.
Rising as columns so steep.

A moment calm.
A mother's palm.
Sweet carress.
And liquid sinks-
sinks back into its hum.

But the noise,
it gets too loud.
the noise in her head;
the bickering, chattering, destroying.
Her mind bound.
Thoughts still.
Unable to escape her hell.

And...