Boil

BOIL

Waiting, never watching, not this pot

Want to look but scared to find

Scritch, scritch, scritch . . . it’s getting hot, hot, hot. 

Nails inside the dry, hollow rind,

Something striving, a cat stuck in the wall

Trembling like a ballooning spider in the mind

Don’t get close, your glance might fall

The liquid pearls rising, morphing into boil

Toxic! Warning! Danger always starts small

The velvet fern of a seedling claws through ill soil

Hotter, hotter, hotter. . . and the ruby rush

Emerges; the rapid plip, plipping of the water toils,

 Reaches the tempestuous point ! ! ! ʰweeeeeeesh!

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