Poetry
T.C.Cook

Here I lay, naked before you,
Exposed and vulnerable,
As you begin the autopsy.
First you check for signs of
Physical or sexual abuse.
Then you locate the exact midpoint
Between my breasts
And make an incision
From sternum to pubis.
Now you pry apart my ribcage
And remove my
Still beating heart.
I can tell by the look of
Shock and disbelief on your face
That you now realize
How I feel
Every time you
Read my poetry.