Feeling the metal
sink into your flesh
and glide along
the vast plane of your skin.

Growing exposed to the outside world,
to the ability to breathe again—
The bubbles begin to rise
lining the sides of the wound.

Once they begin to pile,
a large wave of red
flows over the lining,
and down the rest of the plane.

——

It finally contains itself mildly,
allowing for the wave to slow at the shore;
It’s not the end for you yet,
as you succumb to
the temptation once more.