Like a cadaver,
I lie cold and still
as my layers
slowly strip away.

With each written word,
my cocoon is cut away
leaving me naked
and vulnerable.

First, my skin
is peeled back
revealing a cache
of hidden words.

My muscular system
is then dissected
making my stanzas
fall

apart.

rules and punctuation

are then lost

as my skeletal system

is dislodged

finally my nervous system

lies absent all its layers

revealing the hidden

inner truth of my being

but i am not dead

and i am not alone

instead i write on

with everything revealed