Bayonet

It's dank and it's dark
it singed my heart.

It lanced and it slashed
leaving a gash.

You plunged it in
Searing the skin.

Cutting back flesh.
Dull works the best.

Slicing through marrow.
Filleting the sparrow.

Twisting and ripping.
Calloused hands gripping.

It spouts and it spews.
Seeping through grooves.

A cut here..a slice there....
With bare handed tears.

Threads that are jagged
a saw that is ragged.

Insert through the gore.
Cracking with force.

Thrust and suffuse
rupture the spew.

Peeling raw meat
it lands by your feet.

Psychotically sick
A slight of hand trick?

Macabre and grotesque
A personal best?

Burning to bone
A sharp pointed stone.

Yank out the spear.
I shudder with fear.

Transfixing with nails
My chest is impaled.