Insides

Slice my muscles.

Break apart my joints.

Assess the liquids that

seep out.

Their color,

viscosity,

make up.

See my insides.

But please

sew me up

before you wake me,

and don't forget to

wash your hands.

I don't want to

stand up

and watch my organs

fall through my

fingers.

I would not survive

the sound of

wet noises as they

hit the floor.

I won't stop bleeding

on my own.

Dress my wounds.

Listen to my heart.

Keep an ear open

to the timbre of

my lungs.

Continue to

kill my pain.