It's Not How You Feel, It's Only How You Look

[i_am_the_fury]

We've got a great big mess
of real body parts and unmarked flesh
sever it
sever the ties to feelings
and let the pieces drift down a river to the atlantic
you'll be gone
we've got replacements, don't fret
just a few stitches later
after the smell of latex has subsided
you're good as new
with collagen lips
and a plastic heart
stop those tears
you'll get infected
keep the hurting for the inside
we don't crease perfect sheets with temper tantrums, do we?