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Initially Donated Organs

Contributed by jade_elephant on Sunday, 16th May 2004 @ 06:17:55 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry

Take your sharpened glinting knife and thrust it through this flesh
Carve a painting on my broken body, mark your existence on this body.
Smash the bones to a flour and, slowly,
Bake me break me, and scatter me for the birds
To eat away my being.
Tear away my nerves and twist them into a twine,
A mixture of blood, sweat, soul pulsating and make a rope out of it,
Pull yourself through your life.
Win the war.
Extract my eyes, hair, tongue,
Inserted into another shell,
Not quite me but all the important external pieces:
No take away the tongue; a mute is better than an opinionated.
So now we’re left with remnants,
Sections left behind, unused, unneeded, unwanted, depleted
Of all life-like desires.
You have gorged me, swallowed me, excreted the waste products
To leave a pile of mushed up me.
So thank you for your time and patience,
It seems I took too much,
I now feel your wrath, im touched.
But be warned I can choke your hungry desire,
I can strangle without hands,
Through other people I can see you, dissect you,
Now the butcher feels the glint of the knives,

Copyright Â© jade_elephant ... [ 2004-05-16 18:17:55]
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Re: Initially Donated Organs (User Rating: 1 )
by dolly_dagger on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 05:29:09 PM AEST
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WOW! excellently conveyed! really really painful and so real and omg how much did i actually feel the agony in the first line?! i relate to some degree (as you know) so just generally very well done. You just keep getting better and better!
love you babe
xxxx

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