Oh if you could see the things inside of me. Some things are worth the showing. Your heart, your mind needs the knowing. With this scalpel I run it down my chest, the pain a searing blaze. So many things you create inside of me I feel nothing and go on unfazed. A scarlet line so thin and precise almost looks not there, the blood wells and my body cries out in a flurry of red, red , red tears. Left hand, right hand, one on either side placing fingers in the seam. Tearing back on each side wide open, so I pour out my innards and you have a clear view of the cavity, everything it is you mean. And as you stare wide eyed in shock you notice my heart, beating for you, it does not stop…
