Dissection

The blade in my hand has been honed razor sharp by reality I wield it with the careful precision of a skilled physician who was accrued decades of experience performing the tedious task of dissecting existence cutting cleanly through connective tissue to the bone peeling back striated muscle and skin securing them with tiny pins severing ligaments and tendons disarticulating joints and limbs unveiling what by design has been hidden beneath the deceptive shell of rosy flesh revealing what some shield themselves from by donning blinders made from money building walls with the bricks of their success never having seen or but briefly glimpsed the darkness and depravity of the world that exists within each of us buried deep down or just under the surface before turning away in disgust preferring the pretty pictures on the wall to the truth of it all