Animal

Piranha

It eats away at me from the outside.
The blood that drips down my body is war paint.
The scars on my arms a sign of the struggle I have faced.
The sharp teeth of the razor attack with relentless force.
Blow after blow to my sensitive frame.
Gnawing at me until I collapse.
I am not rational.
It strips me of my sanity.
Ripping apart my flesh like simple prey.
With no regard for life.