Broken Window

the light consumes me…a hot rod yearning for some skin to burn…i look back…I am the rod…it fires so hot I can smell the burn…the burn…some flesh…made them feel alive…

I am the rod…I look back and the flame is out…her skin is burnt, and it scars…but im still a rod…cold now…colder still…hidden in the shelves…waiting for another…

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