Down To The Core

Down.
Sinking like an iron ball
in the thick glass magma fall.
Slow as a daisies arms as they uncurl.
Down to the core of the world.

Missing my family.
I do not know.
Everything and me
is dull thick and slow.

Outside like toffee.
Viscous and sticky.
Darkening.
Hotter.
Pretty and pure.
Elation.
As a daisies arms as they uncurl.
Down to the core.
To the heart of the world.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.