Gut feel

Your hand feels cold in mine. I'll probably shatter bone as I hammer the nail in.

Now I pinch the skin at the base of your belly and run the scissors up. It feels easy, like cutting cloth. It feels powerful, this unzipping of life to reveal a bag of organs. Wasn’t that how you always saw women?

I untangle the large intestine, arrange it like the necklace you once bought her. Arrange it like her dupatta, hanging from the fan.

What had Biology Miss said? "In some animals, the heart still beats for a while after death.”