Rebirth into instinct
Taste decay, thick spit collects
tightly swallow it, and breathe in
burning flesh corroding nose hair.
Wiggle toes, twitch lips and try
he (it? I?) open (s) blistered eyes to
a forced survival.
Gritty extensions of dirty
limbs touch spongy wetness; guts
spill from their cage. The (my?) crusted
fabric fragments
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