inversion, emotion

At my most vulnerable, my body turns inside out.
My muscles, in strips, form a bleeding armour (not an armour at all).

I turn into the man from the medical books, poised
and displaying his musculature.
His perfect skin (seen in the unabashed scientific nudity to his right)
cleanly removed.

I feel every particle of wind, even intentions of touch.
My crimson flesh pulses, my entire body beats.