Stripped down For the World to see, Beneath flesh and bone, Deeper than marrow and blood, Right down to the soul. Let them see the veins, Let them watch as my heart Pulses Nestled between heavy lungs, Shrouded by an aching ribcage, A heavy blow That makes me stumble and fall, Bruises, Grazes, Flatline. Make another incision While I lay upon the operating Table, I don't know what you are searching for, Nor do I know what you will achieve when you do find it, But it isn't here. Love cannot be found by extracting cells, It cannot be discovered through The translucent glow of an X-ray, Not even an autopsy, Removing each piece of me, Could speed up the process, It's lost, It's incurable.