I. Carcass

burns, it burns.
it shone through.
body gone. Face new.
cage open, wings are back,
fastened to my unlocked back
Asylum for the Fictionally Insane
somewhere branded on my brain
BURNS. IT BURNS.
haven’t been there since
Take the shot
bite down,
check wounds,
rinse
.
.
.

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