Taking Beryl Apart

When I was a child ‘bout five to six I used to dream that this were me I’d peel back frame from toys, take apart their guise to see what was beneath I was ever so careful, every tiny pin, kept safe in a sealed plastic case Just wanted to see, what a heart looked like, I was told I had my own. My patients name was Beryl. A gossip. I didn’t care for her spiteful chirped lies! Her sideways remarks… and even less for that wondering eye She followed my each and every move… felt just like papa in one of his moods As I sliced ‘scalp from Beryl I mused, had she no brain! How could that be? Why must you make me think of mother again! Beryl’s chirp had now stopped she stared at me, eyes glazed Yet I saw her cold eyes glint, had I gone too far? Tears flooded my cheeks, smearing lines through built ‘grime I’d only wanted to see her heart! In shards my door smashed apart like cannons wreck I didn’t know papa was home! I coiled my wasted skin and tired bones erect ‘It wasn’t your fault ‘nor mine but you’re just like me’ Ok muttered I… just wanted to see a heart! He pointed to what he called a ‘circular MIL’ then said ‘That’s as close as you’ll get you dirty little flea!’ Then he said his last words… well, his last words to me ‘If you don’t fear me by now, you and the world were not meant to be!’ Then he grabbed me strong by my throat and shook me hard ‘till wires came free My legs axles departed, left my body completely! As I fell silent, t’was strange I caught a glimpse of myself A dirty rigid specimen dissected on the floor Wires stripped back to copper, ‘cept my copper were white As I looked at both hearts… Beryl and me… I thought They were the same!... White began clouding my sight My heart may not have looked like Beryl’s… but we both just needed that spark.