a small piece

A small piece

slowly peeled from

the veins and muscles

and another piece--

this time a bit larger

twisting from joints from bones.

Soon she sits bare

minute frayed patches

of skin still remain

but mostly

pink red brown muscles

traces of fatty material

webbed with veins

clinging as if to cover.

Her long, lustrous mahogany hair

sticks to damp places of

exposed flesh

a warm breeze blows

all she can see:

walls seas of cement.

She sits with her knees bent

hands arms support her shoulders

head back.

The blood does not drain

it evaporates it dries

leaving her heart gasping

crying out.