Human

 Human

Avigayil F


“Prove to them that you are human,”

they said.


They will like you more if you do that for them–


Cut your heart out from your skin, why not

lift it up before their glowing eyes?

Let them watch your ventricles contract and squeeze

and bathe your palms red.

When they drink the blood

that drips from your fingers,

you will be happy

because they know that you are human.



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