It brings me no pleasure
to gaze upon you,
like the victim
revisited by the crime,
gifted voluminous
depictions of the damage.
My scars need no reminder,
they bleed well past abrasion.
Need the surgeon inquire
about the
condition of an organ,
he now holds
in glassy liquid,
suspended?
See how,
your inquisition,
leaves me
upended?
to gaze upon you,
like the victim
revisited by the crime,
gifted voluminous
depictions of the damage.
My scars need no reminder,
they bleed well past abrasion.
Need the surgeon inquire
about the
condition of an organ,
he now holds
in glassy liquid,
suspended?
See how,
your inquisition,
leaves me
upended?
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