By Suhani Khosla
before,
when you cut me to pieces,
red dripped past the seams that had burst open
revealing lacerated veins and a fatigued heart
but as my skin breaks under your blade
there is only harsh sunlight now--
photons whizzing past your line of vision
slipping through your iron grip
and you bask in it wondering
how the corpse you thought you once knew could bleed so much life
into a soul that had already departed.