sometimesihatemycat

The world has become
A skilled surgeon
I, half-conscious on the table
Could tear out tubes
Stumble open still
This unhealed mess, if I am able,
A blood stained horror
To admit the former
And the taken pound of flesh
A gutting gamble
To pursue the latter
As I will end up bones at best

-a.r.

Artwork: Perfection Failed by Malin Lind

~ by April on March 20, 2015.

Posted in Abuse, Body, Death, God, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Poetry, Writing
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