Numbness
Arcua
 
A viscous paw reaves through bone as easily as it did my flesh.
I asked for this, didn’t I?
I was the one playing around with subjugation,
Delving with despair made into…
…something more.
 
It tastes as metallic as my mouth is -
Is that…
The blood? Or what they’re tearing me with?
Combing through muscle-fibers as one would with fur.
 
Pain soars within me, or,
should I say, satisfaction?
 
Distinction changes with exposure.
 
Flayed flamboyantly.
Drowned definitely.
Alacrity in ailment.
 
A thousand cuts upon mine flesh, and I will surely pass away.
Nine-hundred, ninety-nine, however, and I will show up to work tomorrow.