could a body close the mind out, stitch a seam across the eye? [open]

[fleshing]

Who: Krieg and YOU - let me know if you want a closed starter!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In the space between sleeping and waking
When: May 16th - 26th
Warnings: This is Krieg we're talking about, so I'm slapping a big ol' cw for gore, blood, torture, medical experimentation, disturbing imagery, surreal horror, dissociation, weird formatting, and pretentious, poorly-coded html.

fear; night of may 16th

no, no listen, please, i'm not -

split the sternum
cut through flesh like scissors to paper
skin like ribbons
slippery with wet and red that streaks every surface
glint of silver wedged in your heart
thick bright purple poured into the unmarred spots
screaming

( what an intriguing reaction )

( yes that wouldn't have been my hypothesis )

look away girl please
pulling the slippery liver-colored bags of guts out
insides slopped over the sides like snakes
glistening wetly like a sheen of oil
she screamed when you looked at her
cut upwards even clean slice
sarcoline wetness drenching the back
spine opened like a flower
delicious madder poured out from the cracks
licked lips and laughed
pumping slag into veins
your brain is a firing squad
arch back
howl
excise your mercy
hollow out your skull
laugh and laugh and cut them apart
this is your life now

you're such a monstrous thing

rage; night of may 18th

loose straps this time
no scalpels in your chest no ribs snapping
muzzled with a mask you thing you nightmare you beast
they want a beast do they
they want a monster
they want a freak
oh we'll give them one
rip yellow straps off
stand up
scream
don't hold back
tool on the table shaped like a saw
lift up
snap into labcoated skull
splits like overripe melon
gray matter unraveling
cut
again
         again
                  AGAIN
                          MAKE
                                   THEM
                               PAY
         YOU
    MADE US
            LIKE THIS
YOU
BUILT US
        TO BE THIS
    YOU
  CUT US
            THIS WAY
THIS IS
        YOUR FAULT
    YOUR FAULT
YOUR FAULT

hope; night of may 21st

voices voices voices and the pathetic beast meanders along the dust-strewn planetface butchering and slaughtering and murdering whatever he finds
axe still stained with gore when the train nearly plows over us and he lands and looks up and he sees her

we see herthe siren warrior
blue tattoo and maliwan smg and standing there like a ray of ultramarine sun

( she can't save us )but maybe she can
maybe we can save her
and maybe
that will be enough.