It’s dripping, can you stop it?
Now stop it’s black and now go.
I’m inside out.
Touch it, it’s sticky and it pools under me like oil.
Slick, running at a snail’s pace. I can see it slip
Ever so slowly towards my feet it’s hot lava.
Don’t touch it.
Licks my fingertip and drips down.
It’s coming from
Why are you standing above me?