The edge of death
I'm walking in a house of flames
There is a variety of choices to make and none of them make any damn sense
A naked lady with eight arms hands me an apple and a knife
I lose sight and fall into the water
A liquid mass of atoms
The eagle beckons me to grow talons
The beast grows tall, I become steel.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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