A Dream.

 Take a scalpel.
Or a sharpener blade
It's thin like paper
Like a broken dream
Fragile - a dilapidated soldier
The war is lost,
I lay bare.


Now open my heart,
See you all you can
An autopsy of the live
One beat here, another missed --- spasms.
Ice cold velvet rush,
In snow;
In quarantine;
Yield.

See for yourself
For you can see all you can
All there is;
The rotten flesh - plastic.
Dried blood,
And black rose-petals
Revolting manners and a sickening scent.
Rebellious and arrogant she grew.
Now dead; dead inside.

See for yourself.
See all you can.

 

Fa