The Cannibal and the Cadaver

The piercing light split through the dark - 

A lamp swinging high in a dusty, onyx room.

I can’t see my surroundings right now. 

Though I can feel the freezing metal around my wrists holding me down tight.

It walks in with a heavy thump-thump-thump, scattering its tools in this dark tomb. 

I can’t see them right now. 

Though I hear the echo of clinking and shinking as it selects its weapon and frowns.

Without mercy or any stifling supply, a splitting pain erupted through bolts of lightning up from my tricep. 

I can’t see the scalpel tearing in for more,

Though I can feel the blood trickling distally over my elbow -

I can hear it plop-plop-plopping onto the floor.

I can’t see the thing behind me, but I can feel the impending skinning of my body.

I can’t see the thing or its face, 

Though I can hear its heavy breathing and sickly cough - 

Feel its hot breath against my neck -

Smell the stench of its malnourished neglect. 

I wonder if it’ll let me out alive. 

I wonder if I’ll ever be the same. 

I wonder if the being takes a stride -

From causing all this pain

I don't know if my future will be bright -

Or if it’ll keep me here forever.

I don't think I’ll ever recover my sight -

After this frightening endeavor.

Like a vice, its voice rings in my ears, telling me it’s okay. 

It tells me my growth is going toward a better purpose. 

I’m so young. I have time to grow. 

I have time to heal for it. To give more.

I don't want to give in to its demanding greed, but it keeps eating away. 

The Pantophagous Anorexic slurped up the flesh that held me together -

Crushed the security my strong bones supplied- 

Sucked eyes from the skull my parents worked hard to supply me with and

Stole the tendons that gave me the freedom to move and have fun.

It left nothing for my family when they found I was gone.

Yet it just keeps taking.