prj 3 excerpt

"Those wretched feathered things.

To call their screams a song is a show of my generosity.

They are but a reminder of the fire that burns within the trees surrounding.

Soon, I hope, they will extinguish. I saw a tanager today. It was perched on the powerline alongside the crows that I had grown quite accustomed to.

To see such a vibrant creature in a place like this...

Strangely comforting, despite the burning heat engulfing my sternum.

I pray it will burn hot enough to turn what remains of me into ash."