Arrange my skin, my love

if i should die,

undress my body

run a blade down my spine

unzip my skin

slide me off my arms,

pull me down my torso,

& tug the rest off my toes

drape me over the chair

we used to make love on,

massage preserving chemicals

into my skin

the way you used to touch me

before we fell asleep,

then stretch me over a mannequin

you found at a thrift store,

love me until i rot.

You can find the prompt here.