Becoming the outlier
Of my own
Raw and tattered flesh

I was hardly fearful
In the grand, quiet
And strange endeavor

Pried
From the lumbering vessel
Of skin, gristle and bone

In a stern
Glossy-eyed
Piercing, blank glance
My unraveling was swift
My undoing was sure

Sent afar
Enrobed, in a blissful haze
As my flesh grew dull
Placid
Grey and numb