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