if you cut me open, blood saturated pictures of teen heartthrobs will not fall out. if through lobotomy you spread apart the folds of my brain, self deprecating apologies will not swarm over your hands like spiders. ask me to bare my teeth for inspection && i will do so compliantly. if there is blood between them i can assure that whoever it came from, it’s mine now. i’ll square my shoulders in the threshold of the operating room && tell the doctors to get ready for what they see. i’ll flip my hair like a pageant girl && lie down on the operating table like the glaring lights are only those of a tanning bed. if you rip into me, like a pinata or strung deer carcass, you’ll see the viscera && the candy alike are all my own. 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙻. / herbert west of h.p. lovecraft’s ‘herbert west——reanimator’, reanimated by west.
