if i tear open my chest then will you understand? will you at least believe me? if i point out the cracks in my ribs, or the scars on my arms, will you promise me that what i’m saying makes sense? if i reach into the cavity of my chest and disembowel myself, rip out my organs by the handful, and if i leave this offering of blood and mangled flesh at the altar will you understand?
i know it might seem horrifying but that’s fine, i don’t need you to tell me it’s pretty or respectable in any way, just that you can see it. that you know what it means. even if words fail me, the viscera speaks for itself.
you don’t know how brave i am for doing this. you don’t know how terrifying this is for me, and i know, you’re no haruspex, i can see the shock and disgust on your face, i know you don’t want to but i need you to tell me you understand.
it at least looks human, right?