Surgical Butterflies II

By Disassembly Boy

Sometimes I get that feeling
When you're cutting me open;
Like I'm 15 again.
Like I can't tell you to stop.
Your left hand pressed against my side,
You start the incision with your right.
And to tell you the truth:
Sometimes I don't want you to stop.
When I'm lying flat and cold on your table
And I can feel the metal on my flesh,
The precision of the blade...
...Just keep going.
No anesthetics,
No painkillers
Just the numbness of knowing,
Knowing you're there
And you don't feel a damn thing.
I start to bleed
And I wont tell you to stop..
..Cos it's the only time you ever touch me.



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© 2008 Disassembly Boy/ Kevin N.
Published on Saturday, November 1, 2008.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • 10 Forty Three On Thursday, October 13, 2016, 10 Forty Three (593)By person wrote:

    Hmm I'm not sure if I interpreted this correctly but either way, a good write. Where is the first part though? - 10:43

  • Mylissa On Monday, August 23, 2010, Mylissa (845)By person wrote:

    still brilliant!

  • Mylissa On Tuesday, May 12, 2009, Mylissa (845)By person wrote:

    oh my...I missed this one it is raw. I love it. I have to go read Surgical Butterflies again.

  • Leith Plunkett On Saturday, November 1, 2008, Leith Plunkett (239)By person wrote:

    A much to real message. A fantastic piece.

  • blue On Saturday, November 1, 2008, blue (1454)By person wrote:

    Deeply incisive, deeply. ~b

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