Bullshit Bullshit

Cold metal freezes on skin. Skin

Wrapped in paper, watch the chest,

Moving in a typical anguish.

Knives delicately impale,         eyes

Open wide. Words, words leave.

Seeing inside, lacking the depth to

choose a feeling – fear. Obviously

Fear.    Milk and red run tunnels,

The heart set aside, on a hard slab.

Beating away – nestled back inside

any day now. Waiting, waiting,

to be reconciled, affirmed. Fix it, fix

This body.

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