fleece released

Written by: bias fields

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