TAR

I pick up my feet
    and watch
Boiling, black, bubbling,
      while it cra w  l   s
Atom by atom
          toward me.
Already lost the cat.
             I hear it in there.
I can’t bite my lip
Any. Harder.
Feet, throat, eyes
            burning sore
It sticks to every
          available surface
Boiling, black, bubbling,
      my voice is insignificant
This home is uninhabitable
    _{I hate it here.}