by Andrew Persons

Created on: September 30, 2009

Paper-thin

"My name is Dr. Wilbur"

And with that my lights went to rest.

(Organs instinctively sing)

-Pulsating-red-blood-

this- shiny, silver, scalpel

razor sharp and cleaned Seven times;

Slices my skin

finger width below my breast.

Animal fat and blood-

for him- 'appetite arousal.'

Firmly he holds my chest,

I succumb to a feeling

referred imaginably, to an 'opposite birth.'

"Operation. Just fine!"

Pain, swells swollen pockets

(Too Tender to Touch)

Jaw locked and clenched 'too tight'

Throbbing tears desperately fail to calm the mind.

Happy now, we are for me.

My B is now a C!

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