Split the flesh until bone shows Body fluids spurting as if reaching the sky The sensation of flesh without a sense of breaking No resistance, no matter how many times Fluid spurting like a pulse Almost gone, but not quite Only this flesh and bone hurt No one else feels pain Once gone Left to rot, yellow, ash-colored Gone It was hard, it was soft Containing everything All fluids dripping out Mucous membranes, that murky sphere Through every hole, every opening That was me Spilling dirty fluid The death throes of these cells' nerves After that, only I am lost Sharp, keen, cold, real Should be the same in extension Only the flesh-clad body remains lukewarm Uncertain in its vague, insubstantial feel Trembling, slick and slippery Unclear, unsettling Trace There is no destination to reach This flesh and bone connect The neural circuitry I exist only within it I am here Unraveling, scattering If I crumble, I lose the color of earth Vanish. End.
