i slump and envision friends flaying flesh.
Sweet s(t)inging of sharp strips
away my soul –
and i tHrAsH
while You lash in.

So i s l a s h
through -skVin- with shrieking steel
-again-
exposing white soul
or merely insulating layers of fat.

Random Original Poetry, courtesy of M(e/yself), and unoutFluences