An open letter to you

(you know who you are.)

The trace of flesh

that joins limbs to the most tender bridge

what bends and is supple

is weakness’ sister, kin or mother

that skin,

under each nail,

has the most pretentious vulnerability

when punctured

the patient will experience a will to live,

blood-lust,

and the facility to with-stand further torture.

A Farce,

of course,

to bend and become willing

when nothing but

the delight in falling

completely and utterly without a trace,
becomes consuming
and almost
(almost)
the only way worth living.