Artist

Cut me out,
Surgical precision
Bloodless as you cauterize.
Extract all sentiment.
You have my blessing,
A heavy lesson
Laced with the
Smell of burning skin
And iodine.
All that I thought was mine
Left lying cold
In this steel
Rememberance.
Crude stitches
To fix this
Crooked smile.
Plastic façade,
A stoic veneer to
Cover the fear.
Oh my dear,
You are an artist.

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