Dissection 

A million words cut me open. 

I’m filleted on the table

Waiting for the pins to prop me in place. 

I wonder what you’ll find?

A shred of dignity? 

A wafer of hope? 

My heart is torn into a million pieces. 

I am no longer my own. 

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