a 9 inch incision down my chest.
Tearing apart and down my stomach.
Peeling away the cocoon.
Stripping my legs of skin and my arms of scarred surface.
Crawling out and out and out.
Just trying to escape my prison.
Carving my face into a smile and cutting off my nose.
Tearing organs from this hole.
Trying to leave this place.
Screaming and shaking. Soon to be snubbed by my missing vocal cords.
There it is.
The causer of my strife.
Pulling it out with arteries and tendons still attached.
Bum bum, bum bum
Watching it beat for the last few moments.
Thinking of how I am now free. To leave.
Escape of my prison.
But I can’t escape the truth.
I
Must go.