by Andrew Persons

Created on: March 02, 2007   Last Updated: May 18, 2007

Paper-thin
"My name is Dr. Wilbur"
And with that my lights went to rest.
(organ begins to 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 as 'opposite birth.'
"Operation. Just fine!"
Pain, swells swollen pockets
(Too Tender to Touch)
Jaw locked and clenched 'too tight'

Throbbing tears temporarily calm the mind
Happy now, we are for me.

My B is now a C!

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