The speech is recited in my head,
I have it planned:
I am peeled open—
I slice this scalpel down myself—
Oh I want him to
Look at me
As I bare it all!
I am opened
Like a book,
But no words can express this.
My guts spill forth!
He sees within me:
Inside my ventral cavity and
Inside my mind.
My heart:
The electric signals for its
Beating are only matched by
The rush of seeing his visage.
The gentle curve of my ribs,
Like living poetry;
The churning of my stomach,
Anxious at being so...
Open.