[tw - medical imagery / body horror]
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⎯⎯ ୨ Specimen ୧ ⎯⎯
─ a poem ─
cut me up and pin me
like a bug dissection.
first slice: the part you call
my spine. i laugh that you think it holds me
like a ruler.
you tap the scalpel against
the tray and wait for the pieces to
explain themselves.
i twitch anyway and you startle,
write it
down: irregular motion.
cut me up and pin me
like a bug dissection.
i let you move my ribs aside
to count organs, failures, theories.
you say “careful” and i want
to tell you care is just a word for watching me
bleed slowly until i make sense
under your lamp.
cut me up and pin me.
your voice stays quiet. your eyes
look only through
the lens, safe behind the glass while
i am hollowed.
the knife moves, i resist,
stretching against the pins,
cut me up and i laugh
because you are holding a body,
but i am holding you.
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ poetry: @Nix ୭⋆。˚ (semi-hiatus) ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for reading
Im so sorry for your loss, take all the time you need!
You supported me through my breaks, so anything u need tell me