I rip the skin apart, picking and pulling strands of flesh off and into ribbons that curl around my finger tips.

I feel the cut, taste the metallic warmth in my mouth, see the bright red seeping between my teeth.

I take my finger nail and press it deeper into the cut.

It feels

hot.

dizzying.

There’s a white flash of pain,

that blesses me and makes my heart race,

makes my breath short.

I will continue to dig until I can find what I am looking to

pull out.