The term "went up like a marshmallow" is very descriptive. If applied to a person this describes not only a single event, but the state of the subject involved. For instance: "The Rock went up like a Marshmallow," would state that the famous action movie hero was feeling particularly squishy that day when he started on fire. If this sentence was applied to plans the plans would be seen as particularly sugary and sticky before they erupted into flames. The marshmallow had become livid. Deformed with fiery rage. Sticky, sweet, slightly crispy. Flammable. Most angry people go up like Marshmallows, just less sweetly.
Other things respond to the heat in different ways. Everything can melt. Some things become harder, other things become fertile. Pinecones open to seed in one last sacrificial redemption. Grow children! Grow from my distress! A felicitous way to respond to the fires in life. We all face them. But, do we all become more delicious? Gooier? When the heat transforms what shape do we take?
I would be a glass to see through when the heat is on. A glass that elaborates the truth and shows how things truly are. The most beautiful grains of sand.
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explain Cory! Explain through your left-handed intuitive sensing. This poem is highly intriging, so livid, as you say.
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