armored artichoke bullets from the inside,
jigsaw puzzle petals from the outside.
they strip
blue lingerie lace—
its sick transparency—
layer by layer
they rip my skin
viscera
the silky insides of blood vessels
the gentle velvet of capillaries
they split my ribs
bone splinters sticking out
marrow blows up
into inky splatters of
Japanese scrolls
and my shoulder blades
morph into blazing birds behind me
tails of dark liquid fire,
wings alarming and striking,
and naked
clad in flight
i am free of the chains of the skyway
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