Tuna

Fragile strands of meat, sleeping in a pool of gruel,

Oil, deep, bubbling towards the light,

The burn tickles, nestled somewhere in the forest,

Everything we touch fades away,

Burning through the trees, plyers pulling teeth

Ligaments and fragments intertwined

Shadows of the morning, arisen,

Empty can, empty nest,

The child sleeps happy

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