Fractions of Why

 the cut did not bleed. it only grinned and asked who would like a taste. 

the map contained no places. only roads to follow. 

the truth wore a tattered mask as we searched for its face. 

the wolves were quiet. as the pigs assembled their houses. 

the thrill lay in waiting on their eventual demise.

her bones were patient. as her skin fell away. 

touch laughed and asked her if she was real. 

she sighed and continued counting strangers.  

her cuts do not bleed. 

but all the scorned contrarians that flesh has created. 

they still see the scars and want a taste. 

eventually, the lights went out. but having spent so long in the dark. 

we could still see everything we'd lost.