Witness.
An open gape
in this eversealed skin; it
peels,
layers exposed in the shadow
of light. This
is not a view to be seen;
rather, it is one
to be felt,
sympathised,
imagine your fingers squelching
within that flesh, stroking
the quivering walls
as they flinch and pulse
beneath your touch.
You
are not so naked as this;
what is the incision
but ultimate exposure, utmost
vulnerability. One twist
and that pulse is yours.
There is nothing I
could do to stop you.
A contest entry
- surgery by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended December 27, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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"imagine your fingers squelching
within that flesh, stroking
the quivering walls
as they flinch and pulse
beneath your touch."
very intense.
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A really great piece.
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