It began with a finger. I relished the pain from the first slice. Warm blood ran down my palm as I pushed the blade deeper. Soon the digit left my body. I watched it fall with a pulsing vision of loss through waves of pain. But it invigorated me. Inspired me. I had to keep going.
Each additional cut gave me strength to endure the agony until it became pleasure. What I identified as a compulsion quickly became addiction. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.
With few fingers and toes left, I went for more non-vital parts. The feeling of sawing through the cartilage of my nose roused heavenly sensation. Both ears undone felt divine. With each new loss of flesh, I felt more free, more alive. With each peel of the surface from my limbs, a burden was lifted.
It took time and effort, but eventually I severed one foot. As I started on its counterpart, the front door opened and in walked my wife. She wasn’t due home until late. I thought surprise would have been our matched reactions. But my eyes looked to hers, and hers to mine. We spoke no words—none were necessary.
She gently took the razor-sharp tool from my hand and began to work on herself.
∼ Lee Andrew Forman
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5 thoughts on “Pieces of Me”
This gave me the biggest goosebumps ever! So gloriously terrible…
Love it. Gloriously written. Can see it and feel it.
WOW! Another winner! This reminds me of that Country song by Patsy Kline “I fall to pieces” –only this is “I cut off pieces” when I hear my name ….yes? That’s such a cool twist at the end. You’d think his wife would scream, but no.
Ahh, true love