its eyes are brighter than the lights in the operating room
with features darker than the dread that looms
the knife in its hand killing self-love meant to bloom.
doctor doctor, give me another anesthetic
no worries, i promise everything's copacetic
even if it is slightly pathetic.
as a sticky liquid cascades from my veins
it's hard to tell if it's blood or morphine through my pain
but that's okay, as long as there isn't another pound to gain.
quick, the scars along my chest are becoming infected
come and do what you've always done, dissect
cut and tear until there's nothing left.
stitch up my mouth with a synthetic smile
feed me with satisfaction every once and a while
write it all down for a perfect file.
soon I'll be able to unplug the dripping IV
stop paying attention to the colorful TV
and finally become the person I used to be.
photography by queenbxxz on tumblr