First, I'd like to peel my skin off.. ever so slowly with the intended notion to feel every nerve detach itself with a helpless goodbye. Then, i'd shred my flesh, my meat... leaving bone to be shone like a dashing white smile too bright for commercial use, the people aren't used to such. Id stand bare competing in the most intense staring contest with the mirror watching my soul drip out of each opening, searching for a home with no legs to roam it will rest weary on gravel. Nothing will matter then. A guilty conscience is no good behind bars..... although the consequence of silence fills it's belly with regret and worry. "Who, how, when, why be found out?!" Damn.. it must feel good to be found out.
-SydniMichael
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