Sculpture (unfinished)

Discontent
with folding tissue
paper ducks
you developed a taste
for innards,

the hippopotamus skull
was the beginning,
like russian dolls
you scoop out layer
after layer, hang
them out to dry
like a butcher's
carcass,

your obsession
slit my chest open,
ripped my ribcage
like a corset,
filled me.

no matter
that the plaster
bloats the hollows
of my cheeks
like a drown
victim,
clogs my eyes
with pebble tears,

strung up,
skin shredded,
you display my core

like a burst plum

dripping from the sky.