Your Ether

Operating blindly
under your careless anesthetic,
I'd like to cut into the mass of me
to find the flaw that makes you so relieved
and remove the sickness cleanly
But your ether weighs so heavy
It crushes me to dust,
grinds my insides finely
and dissolves away my energy
So I remove what I can reach,
wanting pangs of reassurance,
pricking for signs of feeling,
before this detachment numbs me

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