Cotton Wool

Burning cotton wool cries;
a trapped spider
begging to be released.
One last look at the lamb
before it melts into nothing.
Meanwhile, a brittle halloumi mark
refuses to move, intensely
scrubs when the moist sink baths.
For love, she chooses to chew
the wiry meat that stopped being leaves
yesterday.
the guilt;
shiny ice burns
becoming wool.

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