a day without pain

barren fur soft 

cadaver

in pieces a 

puzzle,

lantern

in eyes 

instead of candles

to move around a 

house 

you’ve already memorized,

lipped red 

a scandal 

in the bedroom,

a subtlety 

in grocery aisles—

unmarked but stolen from, 

you are

a bank robbed 

and feathers plucked

you are all 

that makes annihilation

and nothing that lives 

without a fight

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