I can see it
I don’t want to but I can
It isn’t disturbing
It should be
The blood
The flesh
The gore
The woman in my head
If someone looked into my eyes
Would they recognize this stranger?
Her bloodied corpse on the floor of my mind?

I can almost smell the viscera spilling out of its stomach
I can almost taste the blood flowing from its veins
I hear choking gasps
It’s still awake
I don’t want that
I fix that
If someone looked into my soul
Would they see it?
The intestines spilling across my heart?