• A hill less mountain top upon a fruited plain,
    no trees no life no little house on the prairie dancing upon its grassy meadows
    just jumpy bumpy waves of lifeless flesh
    Struggling to regain its forgotten life.

    A murder has taken place on this creamy warm feminine arm
    A murder of self, a suicide.

    The victims of this tragic affair is the skin as it was peeled away from its happy home
    The sprouting hairs were whisked away from the limb like a blade of grass is plucked from the dirt.

    The white blood cell families attempt to rebuild their homes with scar tissue
    But their attempts fail as a hurricane of ridged gloss nails pick apart everything they have rebuilt.

    The homes are evicted and territory has been deemed unlivable by the brain
    An unforgiving pinkish red scar forms to remind the others of the terror that happened at this place.
    Soft as silk to the touch and a jolting shock to the eye
    The blood sets sail in a droplet and waves goodbye.