The Image the Haunts My Mind

The inner skeletal system
breaks the skin,
not with ease,
yet with a ripping, hateful force;
tearing the muscle and epidermis
with anguish,
although none can be felt.
black masses of bloody goo
pour lavishly around the peeled layers,
decorating what is left of the body
with an ephemeral glow.
the sight of destruction
brings on thoughts of freedom.
No longer held down by the binds of this human shell,
the system is set free,
able to roam and go
above the bounds of earthly existence.