is warm before it licks
my body like a dog, peeling back
my flesh like banana skin. In
the hands of the devil

I'm suffering. I looked
deep into crimson, orange flames
with lover's eyes. Like a snow
globe that held a village inside. Turned

upside down it's snowing crystal
till it shatters with a six-inch
pistol. This world bedazzles behind
the glass. I see my reflection in

golden colored brass. I wanted so
to open the gate. I wanted what I
wanted, letting it all inflate. And so,
it did right in my face!