Cut and DryA Poem by Matt MutivaCut and Dry Opening up requires surgical tools, cuts, and lacerations. It’s
not always in one piece, sometimes it’s twofold.
Laying on the cutting board of the operating table, table they hack inside, picking apart his thoughts
They said, it’s minimally invasive
As time lapsed, it wasn’t so
They start by making incisions They insist on making incisions: poking and prodding, carving their way into his emotions lodged deep inside Not to remove them, but to hold his flesh open to see this pain.
these so-called doctors finish, slowly sewing him back up Leaving him with scars. They wake up the patient and the anesthesia is gone. © 2016 Matt Mutiva |
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Added on June 30, 2016 Last Updated on June 30, 2016 Author
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