Dr. Hill
If I could slit your throat
I would do it with the nail
of my pointer finger.
I would make a blade
of my body. My body
is not your wound to heal.
My body is not some
proof of my ills, is not
your sad acceptance or
a death wish or helpless.
And if I could starve
down to the bone,
I would pop your jugulars
with my ribs. I would
make you see what I see.
I would be so beautiful.
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Almost a rage in this one until that final line.
This is so eerie, I hate the impersonality of going to the doctors
“I would pop your jugulars with my ribs” is some pretty scary imagery 🙂 I like your quick pace and your fierce imagery.