the vivisectionist comes to call
when I am separated from you
his palsied incautious hands
removing the hours from my body
one
at
a
time
dragging his dull rusted scalpel
across my psyche
in his leaden deliberate pace
whistling
tunelessly
monotonously
in my ear
he will have no truck
with anesthetic
I am bathed
in the sanguine gore
of his butchery
which others mistake
for sadness
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
the vivisectionist comes to call
when I am separated from you
his palsied incautious hands
removing the hours from my body
one
at
a
time
dragging his dull rusted scalpel
across my psyche
in his leaden deliberate pace
whistling
tunelessly
monotonously
in my ear
he will have no truck
with anesthetic
I am bathed
in the sanguine gore
of his butchery
which others mistake
for sadness
abscission - the act of cutting off
