pt. 2

beginnings n middles n ends::
My insides are where I find solace
I've turned my body inside out
My small intestine in my hands
Playfully rolling through my fingers
The shades of furious red
I pull my heart out
Pluck my veins and arteries still
Flowing freely
But I cannot be free
Not while the confines
Of my own being
Enrapture me