the scent is unmistakable. a trunkfull of sallow skin 
sacks, slowly draining fluid through pinwhole 
perferations. so compliant, so terrified. an exquisitte 
boxcutter facelift births a chloroform smile. ear to ear 
with crimson jubiliance. dont even breathe. each gasp 
pulls slivers of rust from your lips, floats them down to 
your lungs like paper. each shaving of bone falls to 
grace the floor. were I not a respected surgeon, I'd act 
on the urge to wallpaper the room with whats inside you.