every day she feels the planet
turn to a ball of hot liquid metal
under her feet

it doesn't burn anymore

strangely, it doesn't even feel hot anymore
but it turns and it turns
into something inhuman and huge
and has a silver radiance
that makes the stars cower

she walks around on it waving her hands in thick smoggy air
the cities have all burned down without a scream
her high heels turn the surface solid everywhere they touch
she doesn't know why she is unharmed
but the world is very pretty
undulating gently liquid metal

there aren't any mailboxes in the bright monotony
but she doesn't mind
the eyes who read those nervous words
are all gone under a sea of steaming silver
and soon the steam will disintegrate
suns will greet her in their purity
blue will cease to exist
and she will keep walking into whatever's left