And then...

I cut myself today, not in a self harming, self destructive kind of way.
Not In an accidental, careless knife slipping moment of absence of thought.
Neither was it in the cause of medical aid, the removal of a thorn or splinter or spade.
No, I cut myself not because I was bored, but because a life such as this needs to be explored.
I could go no deeper, with passport or thought, so I took up a blade and started to cut.
Flesh gives way easy, and blood washes off, the things I have learned with my skin ripped like cloth.
The sinew and vein all glisten in the light as the pain burrows into my head I dig in the knife.
My body resists this transformation, its fights it's future. But the new flesh is bubbling under this butcher.
How much waste the human lives with, auto-anthropophagy, I eat where I live.
I can hear you muttering "This one's insane!"
But with my own cosmetic surgery, I'm perfect again.