I merely hold the scalpel ... as the
glimmering blade makes sweet
love to your flesh.

Deep red bubbles up to the surface
as it glides smoothy, effortlessly,
producing plumes of tender red
hearts that bleed so brilliantly
like blooming roses.

Let me pull back the flesh and
inspect what lies beneath ...

Organs and sinew, muscle,
intestine and the stomach
but what I search for I cannot
find ... for that I need to
split open the ribcage.

Ahh, there is my saw!

I want to peel back each rib until
it snaps, breaking off in my hand
like a wishbone.

... the saw clanks upon the floor ...

Just like making a meatloaf, I plunge
my hands deep within your body
and let my fingers root around, probing
every little red inch. The blood is
still warm ... and I giggle like a child
with a new toy.

Then the urge hits me ... the brain!
Is it grey, or is it pink! I must find out!

In the corner there waits a hammer ...