Limnic eruption

A lake has overturned gallons of carbon dioxide smog around the prefrontal cortex. Shrunken neuron productivity has left all the orchids in downcast self-fields flattened.

There is no smoke,

No ash, no lava,

no heat, just an inner gaseous chamber of lying seeds.

Waxing and waning, phreatic mind cannot escape its time tomb.

Cortisol dissipates above the cratered lake called cerebrum.

Disturbance plays with the noose between mild, moderate and severe, so friction burns the throat of melancholic pharynx.

Seasonal patterns of Limnic waves fracture fragile temple capillaries.

Saltwater turns existence into the acid black is afraid of.

In partial or full remission, the lake is numb from crying.