Lamb
I am the lamb with the unhinged jaw. I believe that, had I been lucky enough, I could remove the rot from my body, digging into my skin, pulling every inch of deterioration. But I'm more rot than skin, and my skeleton is cold and wet.
At the moment, it is winter, and my shoes are covered in snow. Today, my hands go stiff ; I am the roar of the fire that melts the wool.
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