Let me dissect you.
Drag a scalpel through the lacy layers of your skin.
I watch you bleed for me, smiling.
Where to begin?
I idly trace your lips with the blade.
Paper thin cuts, delicate and iridescent.
You are fascinating.
I saw into your navel.
Curious.
I reach my hand into the incision, stretching the sheets of skin.
Colours collide as your organs spill onto the floor.
Your intestine is a tangled wire.
I take a long thin coil of it in my hand.
Warm and wet.
I bring it closer to my face.
It smells ,unsurprisingly, like bloody intestine.
I bare my teeth.
I bite, and gag.
YOU ARE READING
Anywhere.
PoetryI've written a lot of poetry, and I guess people should here it. Some are about me and my experiences but are mostly just poems.
