VII

The moment

You first cut me open

A thin blade running against my skin

Was when you punctured

That soft antidote of safety

Marking into my skin

As if I was a canvas

For all your genius ideas

A perfectly untouched creature

Ready to be sliced beautiful

All for one of your friends

My chance for escape

To grab an edge for himself

And carve with you

but careful, you tell him

keep it under the fabric

no one can know

for if someone ever found out

well

wouldn't that be something.