Of Your Bones

Dig your hand underneath my flesh,
you're almost there.

Tear aside the muscle,
carelessly please.

I'd never need my ribs or spine,
just hack them apart.

Let the air out of my lungs,
do they sound like balloons?

Glide your pretty, little,
(blood covered)
fingers around my heart.

Feel it beat?

Would you stop it please?

A movement of your ligaments,
and of your bones.
A simple thought of the mind,
in a blink of the eye,
(my last)
with a snap of your fingers,
(or was that my bones?)
that's all it takes.

Squeeze them shut,
(yes that's right)
nice and tight.

Now I'm gone.