Even if it takes breaking every bone in my body to see inside,
Cut me open; let the knife glide.
Even if I punch, kick, and scream,
Cut me open, and pay attention to the stream,
As I will bleed out and there lies my truth,
All the shameful, painful, hateful things I hide.
All the joy, glory and beauty in my stride.
Slice into my skin, your comforting gaze is my aid.
And as I frown upon you, l will grovel at your blade.
This must be an exorcism. I don’t want to die.
I know I asked you to pry, but Lord knows;
You have pulled me apart, all of me, bare.
Let the wolves stay clear.
That includes you, and him, and her,
Your smooth coat of wool still looks like fur.
Don’t cut any deeper! Your eyes no longer soften.
Now I am naked, and my flesh is rotten.
