postadfectus

anatomy of a lie

decomposing what once was truth

lying open for all eyes to see,

to judge it for what it is

don't

and pull the covers

make it dark

hide away my dissected heart

don't stare at its anatomy

for my disease is you

and even if it's cold

it's still my heart

you stare at so coldly

unimpressed at its fighting

against you

as if asleep and dreaming

you stare

head tilted, a soft rise of chest

proving you're not as dead

as the heart you're staring down at

dissected it still bleeds

as if rushing blood to flushing cheeks

it fights the scalpel

stuck to biting binding

muffled to mute

and its anatomy exposed

for all to see

reveals a deadly illness:

you're everywhere

in every cell

cancerously spreading

you live

you laugh

from atria to ventricles,

you dance, you, you, you...

and somewhere else

a sigh escapes my lips

for now it's on my sleeve

my heart

and its sweet disease