Claim

See it behind closed eyes:

body still, limbs angled like a sleeping statue, pale, wreathed perfectly in wildflowers. the air is clean, the face is composed. the rib cage has been meticulously opened to the world, organs removed, only a shell.

Elsewhere:

bloodstains on hands, on white sheets, heavy metal scissors dripping crimson on the bed stand. the window is open. rain can be heard as the afternoon wears on.

Sometime before, said softly:

i want to claim your skin and bones.

The response:

you already have them.