I feel inebriated
I slice the flesh
I can taste it
I can taste it
but that would feed
no purpose
the pulse that tethers
on the leash that is
myself
how I bourne the blade
she dies
no words said
She needed to be
a butterfly
a real cocoon
for me
her pupa
her chrysalis
creates
the shell for me
It's easy
It can be done
It will be written
with papers
newspaper clips, photographs
videos
to stimulate
my erogenous
my mind
my soul
carved on my back
carved on my bone
I shall ignite and be one
with the dragon
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