(all for literary purposes; poetry.)
She traces the blade around my joints, cutting through the cartilage and disembowels the limb from my body.
The sick stench of blood fills the air.
My liver spews onto the floor,
As she digs her digits into my wounds, I watch as she pries them open wider.
My organs gush around her rough hands.
My pupils hold no glint of purity in the yellow light of the gaunt room.
Her voice, as light as cigarette smoke, calms my tears.
She rips at my gouges, grasps my throbbing organs, the meat of my body pulses in her hands.
My pinkish coloured intestines come unraveled as she tugs.
Throw them onto the ground, she lets my organs rot in the soot of animal feed and maggots. A disgusting puddle of fluid forms around them.
My gutted corpse lays on the ground, she stands looking over my eviscerated youth.
Appalling.
