Burning flesh

It fills my nostrils

the smell of

burning flesh.

Sizzling aroma

of transgression.

Burnt to a crisp, burnt

past vindication.

I breathe it in –

smell of nose into nose

lungs into lungs.

The frying, the roasting,

continues unabated until all lifeblood –

all the juicy goodness –

has been drained and dried

drained and dried.

Believe me,

I tried.


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