Splay me. Lay me out across the table.
Poke me. Prod me. Stick needles deep within-
Plastic fantastic trapped in a fable.
Sharpened surgeries- show them all my sin.
My eyes will never blink- they're ceaseless stones,
Polished beads I'll bear forever because
Plastic was harshest on my optic cones.
Vacant gaze, will you wonder who I was?
Plastinate me! My blood will never seep,
Though I'm trisected open to the world.
Empty chest, I grasp my organs in heap,
Posed like a gymnast, I'll hold them up twirled!
This sacrifice makes me the sweetest dove,
Commited to teach in the broadest love.
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