a maze with edges like their knives
someday ill be the shape they want me to be
but i dont know how much more theyll wake away before theyre satisfied
they have sliced away my flesh
shorn of unsightly limbs and organs
more stitch and scar than human
if only marble
grew back so easily
they have stolen away my spirit
memories scattered into the slipstream
i have no idea who i used to be
i can only guess
what they will make me
they found me in my lowest days
breathed life back into my frozen body
promising a more beautiful future
then i discovered
what they really wanted
they pulled me into their vortex
and i saw my future reflected in their eyes
a shimmering halo of impossible dreams
void of my self
it was
PERFECT