Anaphylaxis Bundles of smoke creep Like incense hives of Overbearing exhaust smolder Sticky as honey Clinging to the rust On armor and rivets Stabbed by stingers Lead identity to expire When velocity dies In fleshy metal divots While bombs and bullets Swarm like bees No gas mask or hole is Epinephrine enough In trench gutterContinue reading “Anaphylaxis”

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