A abcess for a soul now.
Full once but now steady hands extract, extoll, relieve the pressure of feeling.
He has done this before I can tell; eyes moving quickly, watching the contents being replaced with emptiness
Watching what once bulged, sag under the weight of absence. Quick suture to stop the escaping poison, let a bit stay to teach the rest how to multiply. Eyes graze his work in admiration of the transformation, of his handiwork.