Rip, tare, gouge, pop!
   The screaming will not stop.
   Clamp, squeeze, pull back!
   They come out with a loud crack.

I take anothe fingernail, your hands I shall dismember. Blood pours from your fragile palms on this cold November.
A churn enters your stomach, you become sickly. A haze enters your hurting head and you will pass out quickly.
Fingernails, fingernails, I will collect all ten. Grab you by your crippled hands, I need to hear your scream again.

   Yank, rip, bleed out!
   Tonight I'll hear you shout.
   You'll go insane!
   I scuff another vein.