Incision...

Flaming heat of cold steel-tip like the Sea that opened Exodus, a parting from Egypt and Death- the seperation of human flesh after diprovan empties its stream. Modern lasers, mundungus smoke climbing queer as ivy on stone, o'er sterile masks, spotlight, loud breathing the rising spiral stench, flesh warming latexed fingers. Surgical stainless clamps applied to a fissured suge of bloody black, receded by thick meshed gauze absorbing the surging upwell like dunes drinking riptides. Motion set in the Theatre, principals gather in circle, while the stale of melted dermis sleeps deep within old ceiling cracks- like mold in its black, germed coma. Incision states permanence not as pretty as flower tattoos. The hypnotics deliver indifference when one wakes to Incision. _________F j R_________ FjR-MMXVI