This is an old one that I just "dug up" haha...found it in a folder and liked it so figured I'd post it here for polishing.



Lessons in Anatomy



dead flesh on a cold slab, or

dreamers in a morgue are we.

our corpses stare through one another with

cold eyes, while our lips pretend to lifelessness

and the songs of our last fantasies

echo in our minds.



this is 

an empty existence,

flat and sterile.

the only colours bloom in

our faded flesh and the remnants

of irises, soon to be interred.



don’t let me die in silence.

cut me open, let 

the bright freshness of my blood

submerge the white darkness of 

this empty room.

use my bones

to make music

and whistle my soul

to the whole world.

don’t leave me.



the paradox of a shared end

is each dies alone; trapped

in our steel-walled prisons with

vacant deities to preserve our bones.



the living pick the melody -

let theirs be sweet, let the notes

we lived by mingle with their own 

and the breath we leave them

linger in the chorus.