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Pieced Back

Poetry By: Massi
Poetry


psychological


Submitted:Mar 5, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I am sewing my body together.

It isn't easy.

I disassembled myself years ago, hacked and packed.

I hid it somewhere else.

I had to piece it back somehow.

I lost a lot of blood.

There's tissue and organ failure here and there.

I am optimistic I can make it work again.

If the body rejects the head then replacements have to be made.

There's always a cow's head. Oh well...

I can replace the blood and tissue parts.

I am more concerned of time.

A pieced back body has to be tuned up again.

It won't be as fast as it used to be.

A little tweaking is all it needs.

Blood lost can be found.

But optimization process takes years to do.

There should be enough time.

Here's one for the road...

Where's the road?





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