Dissection (II)
Her first cut. Dull.
But penetrating the skin
So soft and so easily sliced
The tiny elastic tendrils, the embrace.
She wields the blade. Quivering
Cadaver carved into skin and flesh
Never again one tissue, one body,
One person.
Her knife fails against the yellow sheath,
Webbed by blue and red, vasculature once.
Beautiful work. Intimacy apparent in
Her face, taut with satisfaction.
She can no longer recognize him or hate him for who he was.
But penetrating the skin
So soft and so easily sliced
The tiny elastic tendrils, the embrace.
She wields the blade. Quivering
Cadaver carved into skin and flesh
Never again one tissue, one body,
One person.
Her knife fails against the yellow sheath,
Webbed by blue and red, vasculature once.
Beautiful work. Intimacy apparent in
Her face, taut with satisfaction.
She can no longer recognize him or hate him for who he was.
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Author's Note
A little bit of a different take on something written before.
Other stories by Lorenzo Sewanan
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Cool! Most folk concentrate on the red and white, I like that you've conveyed the primary colours that go with the dead. You should try Carnage Conservatory [there's a group for it on here, and a website too - they're really friendly, too]. Fave
intriguing. thanks!