You opened me with a scalpel:
I did not feel my skin make way
or know each part loosened
I felt only beating fear
the resolve to survive
what I could not escape
the chill of the room
as each nauseating wave
swept over but could not break me
It took every aching day
each mending stitch
to bring sense to every part
and see myself whole

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