Donor
Chattering lungs.
My eyes have nostrils.
Finger nails are like leeches to the bone.
My tongue was glued on.
Organs rummage.
Hungry ears.
They are desperate for trombone sounds.
Dun dun dun.
Organs make their own noise.
Icicles falling into blood and webs of tissue.
After the accident, my organs went up for donation.
The last sound my body made-
Were the little bones in my feet.
Tap dancing around drooping veins.
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