the internal monologue at the beginning was

the 
pit pat patter of rain on windows then
wind through the trees but louder it grew

like waves &
the sounds of war

screams from the experimentation
expressed in words 
scratched on surfaces 
stretched canvas of skin

with blunt knife strokes 


kids with mouths like coin slots 


fingers caught in the elastic of her underwear

rejoice
rejoice
rejoice