god i need someone to butcher me
i need to feel a sharp knife scrape across my bones, watch as my flesh is peeled from me, see the slow work of detaching my tendons
i need to feel a hand elbow deep in my ribs, feel gentle fingers pull out each of my organs one by one. i need to see the work of sawing through my sternum to really split me open. i need to witness as my skull is stripped of flesh and skin and i need to watch the way i'm sorted into pieces, my best cuts saved for a special occasion as my killer throws together something simple to cook, exhausted from the work and effort to turn a body into meat.







