Feet First
Died like old ketchup.
I’m as full as having a heart.
But my heart tissue is scattered as a drained pool.
I’m the body at the bottom of the freezer but everyone’s tossing frozen meals on me.
I’m scrap metal.
I died but death doesn’t tell you that.
The pulses weep energy and I receive such electricity.
My feet died first.
Then my left leg.
Then my right…
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