arm

They do not give you anything. nothing. not a thing. you feel ever itch, every drop of blood, every drag of the saw. they do not do it quick enough. the marrow, the blood, it drips down your arm. it takes it's sorrowful place in a puddle near your feet. you sob, you cry, you cannot take it.

it is horrible.

what could have only been minutes feels like fucking hours. you scream, you sob, you try to move but they hold you down. they hold your head, they hold your torso. you jerk uncontrollably because what the hell can you do you are losing your fucking arm and it Hurts.

it really hurts.

it hurts.

it...

you fade, you feel it fall off. they did not even bother to give you the grace of holding your arm. they just let it drop, into the puddle of marrow and blood.

graceless, disgusting, horrible, worthless.

like you.

what the hell is the point anymore.