The moment
You first cut me open
A thin blade running against my skin
Was when you punctured
That soft antidote of safety
Marking into my skin
As if I was a canvas
For all your genius ideas
A perfectly untouched creature
Ready to be sliced beautiful
All for one of your friends
My chance for escape
To grab an edge for himself
And carve with you
but careful, you tell him
keep it under the fabric
no one can know
for if someone ever found out
well
wouldn't that be something.