Sawtooth Grin Boxcutter Facelift
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.
