a volcano

I spit words of lava, pouring passionately down my neck and to my toes, sealing me to this place where I stand; stuck in this place where I stand and my words are too firey for people to hear yet too gripping for them to look away. 

and from a distance they peer, not knowing how my words will quickly engulf and obliterate them, tearing up the roots of their society. the homes of families, of lovers, of friends, demolished by my words;

my words so vehement they chase these people out of town and although I cannot budge from this place where I stand, stuck, I will ensue terror upon those who cross my path and I will burn those who rest too close to I.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

I think a woman compared to a volcano is
an exceptionally volatile and expressive being.
When she is dormant she seeps the lava of her
slumber , but when she erupts she is a thiing
of beauty , of desire and wanton libido gone wild.
Ahhhhh, to possess such a woman !
Thank you

---- John

[Day]

thank you both kindly. :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

words can be a powerful thing, like how this comes together.
great job, well done.

[FJ Davis]

Guess the only thing to do is give you a wide berth (no size jokes intended.)
Always wanted to meet a word volcano--almost as much as a song tsunami.
You write well, Day, and rather a bit sassy.
Kinda funny, too.