I had my fix.
Then I looked at breakfast. Sausage. Beacon. Eggs...
Two perfect yolks.
Like eyes
His eyes
His eyes gazing at me.
His pupils so red
So red the stare of a rabbit as I watched his hopping habit into the distance shrinking larger expanding smaller far off in a raped land there I stand sick with fear in my sullied uniform against the witches and the sages and the others in my sullied heart beating hard to sleep in my madness if it weren't for this sadness I wouldn't be...
happy on the petal of a sunflower or under
the belly of a bee who just happened to find
me floating upon the sea---
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