Woman

The woman lies fallen the volcano has overflowed its flood of lava in the bed of her narrow veins the woman lies fallen she burns from within she cries out. The feathers of the pillow stick to her temples wet with tears. Drop by drop are distilled the cells of the woman. On her face bloody lines are traced by the force of her colorless nails. Hammer after hammer! That great blow draws near a tall wave of lava rears up the woman leaps where she lies she cries out the monstrous wave advances the woman clutches at strands of hair at strands of wind at strands of nothing the woman clutches that last cry she hurls against the ceiling she rolls in the wave - the end! The woman sleeps the warmth of a small heart close to her she feels on the salty page of the woman’s mouth a faint smile takes on color ...