A hand with an iron grip takes your neck,
Claws slipping holes in your tender skin.
The stab in your throat with an ice cold knife
Splitting you down, down, to the scar left by the very cord that gave you life.
You are wide, wide open, so vulnerable.
Your unruly beating heart is oh so exposed.
The glint of steel, push,
It's simple, really.
You implode inwards on yourself.
Warm and cold sensations collide everywhere.
You are broken.
You see yourself on the cold tile floor.
Blackened redness, as dark as your soul,
It pools around you.
It is warm, but your body is cold.
*Fear.
     Fear.
          Fear.