Shotgun

Mass of hanging flesh

Lumps dangling, nerves coiled and cut

Streams of fluids leaking over

raw tendrils of vein and tissue

Dust falls unnaturally on exposed meat

I've lost my sight

I cannot smell

Blackness fills my lungs

Deafness, white noise

My hand is locked to the gun like an already cadaver

Just tethered skin and dripping plasma

Deformed and close to death

Sat in an abyss and melted down to my unstable crux

eyes perished somewhere in the blow

Heavy, looming, hanging clot

Paralyzed and petrified

Reduced to a core, mental paroxysm