watching you die

I want a spoon,
sturdy enough to scoop your eyeball out of its socket.
you would see opportunity rotting.

I want a knife,
sharp enough to slice off your ear.
you would hear the love you forsake.

I want a fork,
long enough to stab in between your ribs
and perforate one lung.
you would feel breathless
and face your pain.

I want a surgeon,
and I want a chef-
to remove your liver,
serve you on a porcelain plate.
you would taste how foul you have become.
I don't want to bury you too.

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