Volcanic Grief

a prose poem

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I was consumed with volcanic rage.

My insides quaking and shaking.

I was looking for a place to safely expend my energies.

Then, unexpectedly my face erupted.

Molten lava tears rolled down my cheeks.

Grief triggered by my former employer protesting my unemployment claim.

The same employer that permanently laid off hundreds of people.