Why not just
Reach inside me with
Your pretty hands and
Grab a good portion of
My innards and tug.
Please, be brutish and
Wrench them free -
I'm finding I don't need them.
Swear you'll extract them
Slowly, promise me you
Will not flinch; I hate to make
You suffer.
And be sure to wish me all the best -
Because it's gauche to forget the
Salt.