a cold appendage is all you are
swollen, log-like
indifferent to touch.
putrid pale yellow leg
turquoise-blue sausage toes
do what you’ve always done
and get on with it.
i want you off! disjointed.
a pile of anonymous bits
tossed in the dumpster
alongside frozen hearts
drowned livers
long since replaced by living parts.
allegiance cramped your style
or so you said. well, look at you now!
we are both only still here hoping
for blood flow, a pinch, a feeble step.
but come on. i know dead when i smell it.
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