Fleece Released
fleece trap
heat treated fluff
my lungs fill with the lovely stuff
strike fear into me
light the match with forefinger
and a wing of a bee
fire through my lungs
don't run let it be
smile while the blood runs
NO don't flee
laughter burnt flesh
lungs like torched fought
marshmallow mesh
do what you call caring
while you stand still staring
Copyright © Bias Fields | Year Posted 2011
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