My organs were displaced by you, one by one
Set aside, measured and weighed for different qualities
Like some feminine Anubis you quantified them:
"This one tubercular, this one sweet"
A saccharine death in every ounce put upon your scales
I felt every pulse dwindling in them, one by one
As they were left to be stored in my mind's canopic jars
Sealed with a lock and key so dense I could not swallow them
Even if I had the stomach for it
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