Surreptitiously aware,
That the pathway has been greenlit.
But still, my feet, I cannot manage to move them.
Condensed, compacted, & contourted beyond a reasonable degree.
Take advantage.
Torch my hands below the wrists and make them clean.
Seare the skin where the scars won't close,
And scour the surface of all my burned flesh.
4.16.2006
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