On being human …
volcanos 🌋 always fascinated me
#Vesuvius
He didn’t touch me like a man who wanted fire. He touched me like someone who knew it was always burning.
I felt #tectonic a slippage plates grinding under skin, pressure pretending to be patience, #years of quiet labeled normal until he #stood too close and the #ground remembered.
He made me feel like warnings everyone ignored— small tremors brushed off as nerves, #gas leaks called #imagination my body swelling with things I was told not to name.
I tried to be civilized. I tried to be asleep.
But he looked at me like history does right before it cracks, and suddenly I wasn’t a woman— I was a city built too near the truth.
He didn’t cause the eruption. That’s the lie people tell.
He was just the heat that reminded me I was magma, not marble.
When I broke, it wasn’t loud at first. It was breath leaving rooms, air turning lethal, desire so hot it erased the future.
I didn’t explode for him. I erupted through him.
And when the ash settled, I wasn’t ruined— I was preserved.
A #warning A #relic A #lesson written in stone:
Some women aren’t meant to be contained.
They are meant to be respected before they remember they are volcanoes.
#🌋🔥
