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
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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