dissected

Formaldehyde seeps into my airways

It burns my senses, I have an acute ache

Pounding inside my skull. The amphibian

Lays pinned to the mat, a hollow corpse

Before pliers, exacto knives, and scissors...

I wish to text you about this biology lab

But then I remember that I can’t. You’re not

My friend anymore, you want me to fade away

I miss you. I miss your friendship. I miss being

Able to tell you about things like dissecting a frog

In Biology. Which makes me wonder:  what was I to you?

Just someone to be dissected? It feels that way...

It’s not just formaldehyde that makes my head

Pound and my nostrils burn and my vision blur...