The Bone Puppet

How easily the fingernails pulled from the soft flesh His shrieks thrumming the blood in my veins Taking the edge of my serrated blade I slowly peeled back the skin His hand like some sort of weird banana display eventually degloving the whole hand laying the flap of skin upon his face His petrified eyes peering from beneath the flattened fingers i used a spoon to slowly scoop the flesh from each finger the gleaming bone splattered with bits and pieces of your flesh What can i do to stop this i can see that look your eyes your pleads and platitudes wont stop this just think about pain cause your other hand and feet are next don't worry my little puppet i have plenty of medicine to keep you alive