In my head, I am on a dissection table.
The lights are so bright. So white. So empty.
My friends and family are gathered around in white lab coats
With scalpels in hand, and white paper masks
With a sweet smile and kind eyes,
My best friend brings the sharp, glistening blade down to my chest
And makes the first incision.
With a rustle of paper and a few drops of blood, my insides are exposed.
They gather around to see me.
No detail remains hidden, no inner organ left un-probed.
Every color and every shadow
Every pattern emerges as the blade slowly glides down my skin
All the way down my arms and legs
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