Strip me top to tail
take me for your own and
I’ll but nod
Only the word 
will emerge from betwixt these studded lips
But throw me beneath the clinical lights of theatre
Tell me
Says your down for a hysteroscopy
Watch my eyes close tight
Fear and anxiety envelop me
like the gentle folds of paper around the letter I wrote so carefully 
for you
and watched you burn as you looked into my eyes
It was a dreamscape
a nightmare 
You’re crippling of me
It wasn’t real
But the surgeon 
was real
The incisions
artistic proof
The pain
a subsiding reminder
that perhaps I don’t work in the same way that you work
perhaps it’s not quite right
and perhaps I’m broken
But I deserve love
l o v e

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