LEAVING VESUVIUS Mohana Ghosh
Spewing malice Fissuring bonds Erupting at nothing Eroding my sanity With your toxic plume Burning everything you touch I was your ocean, I let you turn me to steam If it meant the chance for obsidian, for islands But no longer can I ignore the sirens. I will go where I am safe.
GLANCE | NANCY DEDMAN | WHITE PENCIL
