Separation Perfected - Ghostlimb

The heat it radiates up and down your legs from the pavement

We all get burnt when we stay too long

The ribbon texture easily puts to sleep security

It’s not the first time

But it’s the last time

This prosthesis, although it fades once it’s gone

You can never be the same

Can the blood torn victim love the blood splashed fiend who rips him limb from

limb?