No Longer Human
Photo by: The Dwyers
I'm sitting on white paper again
My blood is in a clear bottle with a blue top
It should be whizzing about inside me through loops and turns
But it's standing still, exactly as it shouldn't be
I'm a little less human than I was before
I have been cut open and sewn back like a well-loved doll
I am a portfolio of experiments and test results
Roman numerals and textbook terms
How many more pieces can I lose
Until I am only a theory and no longer a human?
Poem by Nightbirde aka Jane Marczewski from her posthumous book "Poems for the dark".
Photo By: The Dwyers