cautious

You pinched the high frequency,
the strand of silk that carried the self,
until it was lost
in the infinitesimal wrinkles of your fingerprint.
You pulled at my eyelashes,
tugging
until each
petal
fell;
until the pigments in my eyes dissipated
to the back of my dead-weight mind.
You plucked out each bone until I lay,
a pile of thickly delicate skin.
ready