A pull and a tug,
A slice and a budge,
They tear and they grab,
Where am I? A lab?
Scalpel and hose!
Healthy? It shows!
I'll use this in my next transplant.
I want to be sad but I know that I can't.
My beauty, now sundered,
Feels a pain, loud as thunder.
A mistake has been made!
My flesh shouldn't be split by the blade.
A retort from her soul,
Must take its toll.
She wants to live, I can see,
But she'll be in hell I forsee.
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