Broken: Transplant Survivor
I was silent and tranquil, not moving at all,
I no longer needed a lung,
No longer able to move me at all,
I no longer beat my own drum,
On this cold bed of steel in a room full of lights,
Her hands held tight to her blade,
And she cut me in two, my chest fell away,
And she looked for whatever remained,
My heart, my liver, kidney and veins,
She removed most of my bones,
Until all I was was a smile on a face,
A shell of a man with no clothes,
Now I’m all over the place, all over the town,
I think I walk with a friend,
Not resting, just yet, alone with my soul,
Parts of me are still not quite dead.
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