I was made to be cleaved in two
Surgically splayed and searched
Mulled over, in the dead of night

An evil lives in my flesh
Now the scalpels are drawn
The knives unsheathed, for their skin-splitting voyage
Across the rise and the fall of my faults

I was made to unravel in red
To be combed through with care,
Carved cautiously and cauterized shut

When they burn to know why,
I have paused mid stride
Why I’m faithfully haunted
Hunted and hollow