She’s not a caldera, a magma chamber,
an expanding and invasive lava field.
She is all of these, and something. 

She is heat that will devour everything
if you don’t get gone right now. 

She is heat that will swallow all you are,
all you ever were and ever will be,
no remorse, none, if you don’t run. 

Not that it matters. Your fate is sealed,
your heart is soiled with ash already. 

If you do run, even if you do act smart,
she’ll still be heat, heat that will make you
ache with desire for what could burn.