dissection

dark green skins against immaculate white countertops

sunlight reflected on shiny metal, sharpness slit open

the tightness of death held the dried-up frog together,

without leaving a stain of blood even as the vessels broke.

how i wish you would cut me open, unravelling my body

piece by piece, until you find the core of my dying heart,

your name engraved with scalpels on my soul. and yet

the frog lies wide open, in my head your shadow echoed,

as i held its heart in my hands, the pumping beneath

latex gloves, i think i saw the world through your eyes.

- deathetix