Poem: Smoke Billows

Poem: Smoke Billows
Lava on the tips of your gown
you come forward, angels drown
gathered under the eclipsed sun
crumbling castles collapse behind you
molten clouds gush out from under
searing seraphim, warming your skin
rise from the crimson, screaming for you
jagged teeth and sunken eyes
beneath billowing white hot smoke
take flight, before you can slowly choke.
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