My heart is breaking.
The same fissure along the same fault lines.
The approach to the volcano is well-worn. The heat, predictable. The explosion, a roiling sound in the throat of the
But this time, I turn and walk back along the greening trail until the lava rocks are covered and hidden.
I leave a stone, a feather, a red stringwhere I would have placed my heart.
and I walk away
the rest of my life.