To A Surgeon

Remove these clouds,
Which flit inside me. 

Untangle ragged vines,
I sometimes call limbs. 

Suffocate butterflies, 
Swirling inside my belly. 

Extract all my secrets,
Scabbing against skin. 

Dislodge the nightmares,
Rotting bone marrow. 

And preserve my heart,
So I can somehow live. 

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