A glowing red hook
Thin as a wire
Slides up under the rib cage
Every inch it glides inside it catches
As flesh is seared onto it
The smell of meat cooking flushes out into the nostrils for a moment

The curve worms its way between the lowest two bones
And the pulling begins
Feeling as though it will not stop
It holds taunt

A torment that binds without a release
Trapped between
Is it really limbo when it feels like hell?