DEATH Poem by Rosaleen Siroosi

scissors, forceps, knives, probes, and scalpels
i wish to be dissected,
ripped out, severed, on display,
my insides laid bare by my hollow frame.
i wish to be sterilized,
to be considered corrupted –
though stripped of my humanity,
my individuality –
capable of a purity, untouched and baptized.
i wish to be studied,
to be nothing more than a collection of organs,
ceasing to be,
yet existing lifelessly for you.
i wish to feel naked –
exposed, nude, vulnerable,
now deaf to the carnal whispers
your gaze trace upon me.
i wish to be reduced to my body,
but be more than a body to you.
i wish to be a spectacle,
as my vacant eyes momentarily meet yours,
you feel nothing,
blind to your own image within me.
i wish you to look at me,
and forget the soul that lived within,
binding us to the same fragile thread of being.

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