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Standing in the shower
waiting for the water to wash
the flesh away. Wanting
to shed what bleeds, slip
free the slough of desire.
Heart let loose from its cage
to spiral wetly away with
the lungs and liver and
stomach and bladder.
Intestines coiling around
slithering like some worm.
All sliding out and down
piling up, an autopsy.
Vacant skin still floating
rippling with the rising water
empty eyeholes staring.
Emerging pure and purged
spindly white fingers grab
like stainless steel clamps
fold fallen flesh
and tuck it away somewhere
in a bottom drawer
beneath the clothes of winter.