Opened the door. Singeing my skin
Didn't notice the knobs crimson intent
A searing pain is hardly an after thought
Rising clouds creating fractal coughs
Wind pipes bellow. Eye lids weep
As a child and father...Cover iris peeps
Play peek-a-boo, only the crisis peeks
Leaving a lifeless being more crispy wing.
Kentucky fried while alive, rendered cheap
A lost soul infernally. Pretend your me
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