Pull start I am running
warm and fluid.
There is a humming
ringing through my ears,
amplifies on impact.
Grinding teeth have never
sounded so good.
I will tear through the decay
of flesh and bone that wishes
to tear through what it once was.
We eat out of habit -
survival is an instinct
even when there is no blood pumping.
We are all weapons,
waiting to fire.
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