Autopsy
Autopsy
My words are my scalpel
My incision precise
My organs are splayed
My veins bleed ice
My mind is the blade
My eyes the knife
The light there fades
My treatise to entice
My screams are swallowed
By the empty abyss
My Heart is hollowed
My smile betrays bliss
In utterance I wallow
My pain I kiss
My soul is sallow
My flesh bruised by fist
My whispers like gallows
My mind to dismiss
My soul exposed
Under the tissue unbound
The words are posed
To uncover or confound
Copyright © Lisa Carroll | Year Posted 2015
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