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It wasn't outright. It wasn't intentional.
I mean it's not like you meant to but still
here I am
with an "accidental" scalpel
pressed to my underbelly.
Surgical steel threatening my navel.
And I shoulda known better.
Shoulda seen what was coming next.
There's a sickening sloshing flop
as intestines distend from my stomach.
A thud of blood and mud as they saturate into the soil.
I stay to watch the steam of body heat rise up from my organs. Dense vapors dispersing into the morning mist.
And I expected pain or possibly death but there was nothing, a vacancy
emptiness.
release;
I mean it's not like you meant to but still
here I am
with an "accidental" scalpel
pressed to my underbelly.
Surgical steel threatening my navel.
And I shoulda known better.
Shoulda seen what was coming next.
There's a sickening sloshing flop
as intestines distend from my stomach.
A thud of blood and mud as they saturate into the soil.
I stay to watch the steam of body heat rise up from my organs. Dense vapors dispersing into the morning mist.
And I expected pain or possibly death but there was nothing, a vacancy
emptiness.
release;
January 18, 2014
(I'm going to be posting all the notes off my phone. They are far from edited. But I've been neglecting my writing for so long now...)
(I'm going to be posting all the notes off my phone. They are far from edited. But I've been neglecting my writing for so long now...)
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a stunning poem.