Eruption

A dash of flash poetry:

suddenly
the world tilted
like a band
vertical horizon.

fire raining down
from the transposed heaven
on stone

scalded

i clutched the searing
red glow
and found my fingers
charred

and my chest
gaping
like a crater

smouldering.

This was poem was originally written on March 29^th, 2006. Originally, this was entitled Melancholic; that's because melancholy was the emotional weather at that time. Likewise, it says on the first line that this is just a dash of flash poetry. Who said that only prose can be flashy?