Self-Dissection

Self-dissection By Stina lu Stab yourself with a sharp dagger Fresh blood splashing No one stops you There’s no piercing scream No one scolds you There's no worry about curses and reprisals To air your pure heart in the sunlight Wipe gently the humble soul To hold your guts high up in the sky Let the moon and the sun penetrate and judge. Stop the bee humming in your head Place reason on the left brain and passion on the right side. They don’t owe each other. Dust covered thick in your lung which should be peeled layer by layer. Make your breath smooth again Every alveoli feels fresh After all this labor Clean the wound and suture it Time will erase it A new lease on life A reborn phoenix arises from the ash