Autopsy

"Which do I cut?" said the surgeon,
spinning the point of his
butcher knife on the tip of his
finger. The knife cannot harm him.
"I don't know," said the patient,
"It all hurts too much; I don't
care enough- cut it all from me,
and maybe my hollow body will
match my state of mind."

 

The surgeon laughs. "It's not that simple,"
Tears streak down the
patient's face. "Will I live, or
shall I die?
Are you to
cut out my heart
and leave me crippled,
unable to love
anything again,
or will you dismember
my head from my body,
leaving me unable
to feel these things left of me?"

 

"Neither." mutters the surgeon, as he
drives the knife into
the patient's stomach.
The patient doubles over
and falls to their knees. Their
eyes glaze over and
simueltaneously, they feel empty,
full,
and nothing at all.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[_mal]

Oh wow. This is so insightful, that ending really got me, because you get it