[July 2020]
you thought that I would be silent
dormant
just a mountain, fading into the background
dead stone, irrelevant, forgotten
but all these years of pressure
and friction
keep building
and
building
and you were the last to shake me up
as your steps crossed lines
as you saw fit to trample on sacred ground
well, surprise
here comes the flood of fire
the fire you did not think I had
may your delight in my pain
turn to ashes in your mouth