[𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝟙] Such a private little horror Being visible at all Skin was meant to keep its secrets Yet, surfaced through the gauze Years of careful reconstruction Tender tissue sutured tight Anesthetic, ineffective Nerve response remained acute Sternum opened past discretion Crimson staining sterile white Mortifying confirmation Wanting made it out alive God, that's humiliating All that work And there it is Warm and red, incriminating Still capable of this [ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕦𝕤] Caught beating God, that's worse Laid open Past the point of being hurt Tenderness in plain view Red enough to make it true Dignity dies differently When wanting leaves a residue Caught beating Close the fucking chest [𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝟚] Clinical notes circulation Rhythm steady, pressure sound Fingertips confirm reaction Living tissue pressing back Pink against the open cavity Softness twitches through the thread Ugly little contradiction Tender where it should be dead Leave anesthesia running Consciousness has had its fill Raw response along the nerve ends Touch produces movement still [𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝟚] Caught beating God, that's worse Laid open Past the point of being hurt Tenderness in plain view Red enough to make it true Dignity dies differently When wanting leaves a residue Caught beating Close the fucking chest [𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖] Gloves descend through cavity Pressure marks the entry site Vascular abnormality Branching past the cauterized Perfusion feeds the anomaly Crimson threading left to right Cut along the artery Watch the rhythm spike Remove it Fuck Leave it [𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕦𝕤] Caught beating Red-handed Red-chested Living evidence Years of careful reconstruction split along the consequence Tenderness remained perfused Past reasonable defense Caught beating Close the fucking chest [𝕆𝕦𝕥𝕣𝕠] Suture quickly Kill the lights Leave the findings incomplete Certain wounds look almost harmless Until opened past the skin
