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Cadaver

Nov 18, 2024
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By Jaanya Vijh


So you see

I lay here covered by a white sheet

Pale as a ghost

Watching my body be cut 

By all the people who held the monoply

Of all the dreams they showed me


I've been hurt so much

That I wished it would stop

You broke my heart

Every piece is smaller than the last

What did you think would be the result

Where did you think I'd end up?


It wasn't an easy death

Feeling every part of my soul

Chip away into nothing

That's where people like me end up

People who belong nowhere

It probably wasn't supposed to be easy

I'm feeling my throat close


Can't scream for help

My veins turn black

As if feeling all the cruelty escape

As if I was about to be free

But it was too much

So if you're gonna cut me up

Arm and leg

Sell my pieces on the black market

I might as well be smiling


My passing wasn't easy

It hurt every inch of my being

And I see them hiding my scars

Littered on my body

They cut me up

To try and understand my psyche

But I was a forgotten witch

And so extraordinary 

They thought I would find an elixer

To keep me alive till I achieved


But I was just another cadaver

Cold and lifeless

Another form to fill

This is a morgue of killers

Bullies, kind and molesters

We're all just another piece of cut up meat

Broken souls and weathered bleak

We're all just cadavers

That people will bury

Till we decompose

And forget our existence


By Jaanya Vijh


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