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Does it work on paper?Topic partially inspired by Dexter.
Autopsy of a girl
1. The iris is crystallized sugar;
her eyes are finally strewn with hot stars
that were always so far
farther than the fabric of her sheets
with its large cartoon stars
and their five harsh pricks,
the collision of opposing lines.
Real stars are round.
2. Her veins are railroad tracks
worn by rapid fiery trains
traveling miles and miles
exhaling fuzzy puffs of smoke
every exhale is a sigh
shedding dreams of being a plane
like casts of reptile skin
yet there is no indication of a destination
3. The fingers are stretched outward
towards the nearest exit
but the hand hangs limp like
the necklace on her neck
and her skin wraps around the knuckles so tight
the doctor swore he knew her life.
The pad of her thumb has been badly burned
so the skin hangs on like wax from a candle;
she lacks an identity.
One last breath and her lungs were finished
like a balloon filled with air too many times,
overstretched and limp like her fingers.
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