I
Split
[The chord of my brain as it connects to] [] [my spine snaps; thoughts gone, gone] Myself
Apart,
[My spine snaps, a snare trap of my own] [] [melancholy design, hospitalized within] From
Underneath
[Profound enchantments, spellike words,] [] [if I even am who I say I am; beginnings] My
Jaw,
[Entrails, tingling numbness, bleeding] [] [hearts, beating to an eerie chanting] Tearing
My
[I shake a bony hand; where is your skin?] [] [disintegration, if I fall apart entirely] Tongue
In
[A heavenly blue pours out of me, exhaust] [] [by formalities, by ritualistic movements] Two,
To
[Autopsied, on a cold silver table, open] [] [and spoon-fed wild herbs and potions]
Expose
My
[Breathe in; the cold air fills my lungs] [] [up to its ballooned capacity, now warm]
Humanity,
Revealing
[Thrums and thralls of an otherworldly] [] [power, disembodied voices call to me] Worms
And
[Who puzzle-pieced me together before,] [] [assembling lamb for slaughter, for god?] Rot
And
[No longer made of metal, jellied eyes] [] [leap from my skull. I can grow again.] Blood.
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