Erupt

©Stacie Sandall

Words inside,

contained but steady.

They won't erupt

until they're ready.

Sores tear open,

raging within.

Wounds buried deep

where they can begin.

Boiling and spreading,

carving a path,

looking for places

to lay their wrath.

Angry and deep,

starving and stirring,

ripping the seams,

the concept is blurring.

Grabbing the knife,

letting them flow,

tourniquet futile.

Let the seed grow.