He unzipped his skin

Stepped out of the soft, wet layer

Standing before the mirror, he saw blood red

Pulsing, alive

He turned slowly

Unsatisfied, he began to remove his flesh

Muscles, organs, all stripped away

Pulsing, alive

Laid on the cold bathroom tiles

He left his eyes where they were

He needed to see

Trembling slightly with anticipation

He gazed upon his bare skeleton

Nothing

It was nowhere to be found

Suddenly worried, he had a fleeting thought

(Strange, since his brain was pulsing on the floor)

What if his eyes were the key?

The windows to find himself

He reached up and removed one

Gazing into it with his remaining eye

He searched for his soul.