Someone,
open me up.
Fillet me,
from my shoulder blades,
kneed out the knots I’ve collected
throughout the years.
Flip me over and crack open my ribcage,
lungs deflated,
heart popping out at you like a jack-in-the-box.
Pour bleach down my airways,
forget other aesthetics
and make me pure like a candy cigarette.
cut out my heart,
Rumor has it that it's beaten for too long.
Look inside,
see the heart string that broke,
the thinning of the aortic valve.
I hear my liver is rotten,
kidneys growing mushrooms;
my throat’s got a hole in it,
my tongue growing blue.
Put a heart-shaped patch
over every hole I've made, give me new, paper maché organs,
ones I can’t feel in my chest.
Give me taffy heart strings
in a cotton candy heart,
pump me with helium,
and sew me back together with
ribbon and maybe,
just maybe,
I’ll be okay.
- Lindsey
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