Three Seasons
I awake in the skin of the beast
    always expecting my own

    Three seasons
and the bodies fuse
    a growing force
        of madness

    who's fury
            a holocaust
        that sings the body down,
                slow and blue,
I am becoming the beast

    Each day
the weightedness of the extra hands
    grows,
            a breath that labors
The walls of the organs grow thick
        an alien structure