Clinical Admiration
the surgeon cut me open,
he took a step back, in awe, frozen
the surgeon mumbled with a astonished look
“wow…this is perfect, i mean…absolutely textbook”
the room filled with doctors nodded in agreement
my spirit watching from above felt seen,
as if it was some kind of achievement
that statement resonated with my soul
it stitched every broken part of me whole
it felt like the kind of love i’ve yearned for
as all eyes were on me like fine art hung carefully in a museum,
and i hovered above weightless filled with freedom,
i finally felt fulfilled, despite the source
all while looking at my half alive corpse
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