boiling stars

Pillars of fire lick jagged rips in my skin.

My walls become vapor, mist-      and then gone.

My heart becomes my temple, as my brain once was my shroud.

I press my thumbs to the Earth, and, it falls away.

I look up at the sky and that is gone too-

So, I’m alone.

Alone, I am home, I look up and see the star.

Except I am The Star-

and The Star is boiling. 

3/9/22