Illusions of calm, stillness, calm, stillness; trendy.

Images of steel gray skies

Seemingly Immovable

Look close enough and you will see the steam bubbling beneath the thin skin

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Fever Lake

A volcano gathering her wings to burst forth

The heat is soon searing, and skin is slowly peeling

Vulnerabilities surge to the fore

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Then comes exposure, shells peeling

Boxed in, earth gives way


Nothing to lose, everything to lose, everything to lose

Salvation is now a myth

Running leads right back to where she began

The smoke stings, and there’s a bloodbath of tears

Earth is trembling, stability is more illusion with each moment

Every face reflects inevitability and incredulity

Eventually, unable to run

Surrender becomes the only option