Y Incision by Craig Podmore
Y Incision
By Craig Podmore © 6/11/9
Incubated in my own heart.
Ruptured innards all just because of love.
I hate love and love hates me.
This amputation of reality,
The darkness invading my veins,
Stagnating all vessels into corridors
Of nihilism and hopelessness.
My lifeless carcass may just make more sense
Than the one that lives.
So, please apply the Y Incision so that one would
Understand the notion of oneself and thus,
The existence of flesh.
The post-mortem expressing
More than one did when one once
Inhaled, exhaled.
The anatomy like answered prayers
In an abattoir of stubborn meat.
Dying slowly in the face of love
Like the petal of a rotting rose resembling
The stigmata of Christ.
Slit wrists of a dawn newborn,
Exhumed from the aches of wanting,
Not needing, no more.
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