I'm honestly kind of lost right now but writing gives me freedom

Digging into yourself

Gentle hands slid down my throat, digging into my flesh and dragging it downward.

Pale, trembling fingers, tracing the ridge of my collar bone and pushing.

Pushing me apart, prying me open slowly along the seams of my body. 

Pushing skin back over fat, muscle and bone. 

Uncertain fingers sliding into my chest, certain in what they will find.

Cold, slowly wrapping around my heart. slow, slow. 

Nails, rough, gently grazing my flesh.

It doesn’t hurt.

It should.