flakes of skin burn away   blood boils   light burns the flesh away   my mind is no longer there   waking up for a dose of infection   dead skin forms an inflammatory sore   i turn on the light to scratch the sore   the light burns the corneal skin   from my hair and nails    (my arms and legs)   my body burns with i n f e c t i o n   hate becomes infection   love is the dis-infection   the outer layers are dead   but what about the inside?   we turn ourselves inside out   we turn ourselves into disease   we turn each other into disease   we're more than infection   more than just layers of dead skin   get back