Sculpting flesh

Sullen blood red absconder 

carving to achieve catharsis

Drawing out shades from the deepest tunnels

Blistering reverie where my insanity festered 

Chunks of flesh, scraps that fall before me

littered down like human debris

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[jacob erin-cilberto]

seems to be about
Cutting...no matter how we slice the skin, the flesh that falls like human debris...the heart feels the worst of the pain...especially when even that can't bring us catharsis.

i like the subtle implications drawn from this piece of writing.