Burning

It is a
burning bundle that
my rotten bowels
are feeding.

A white-hot needle
that sews
my sins
my incongruities
my possibilities.

And I'm bleeding black bile
crying bitter crystal hooks,

claws on my cheeks.

I would like to
uproot this decaying flesh
I am doomed to keep.

Everything I see is
the reflection of
my warped soul.

Everything I feel
is bloody burning my bones.