Molten Lava

 Burning flames in a silent room,

Shattered glass, on the floor is strewn.

Darkness broken by fire, bright,

Yet the walls, pristine in green light.

The screams, the cries,

The breaking of fragiles, 

Held in a bottle buried under layers of fake,

Burst through the surface, leaving a disastrous quake. 

Her eyes, burning embers,

Her soul, molten lava,

Torturous years, she's had,

But now her dormant volcano is dormant no more.