Cut Me Open For [Sur]Real

My body’s shell includes things

One would not expect, or believe.

My inside organs work against themselves

And take on jobs they’re not qualified for.

If you could cut my body open,

You would see

A healthy black heart,

Powered by machines of hope.

You would see lungs

Perfectly pink and strong

Struggling to only get a fraction

Of the oxygen they should.

A stomach the size of

An average young adult

But obese with the thoughts

Of eating too much nourishing food.

You would see a brain

That tells me every day

To stop what I’m doing

And put the thoughts of school and stress to rest.

A liver that craves

The taste of alcohol,

Even though it has

Never been satisfied with a drop.

You would see two strong kidneys

Attempting to filter and reprocess the blood

That once saved the life

Of a man walking down death row.

If a blind man could see inside me,

What would he see?