The phoenix came
to the party dressed as a peacock.
The eyes on his
borrowed feathers saw the truth of us all.
Masks and
costumes, beer and wine, fear and ecstasy.
Lonely creatures
stalking willing prey.
Hungry freaks
tasting flesh previously forbidden.
A mass illusion
held together by tawdry string.
At midnight the
phoenix shed his false eyes.
He toasted our
mutual folly and burst into flames.
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