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Cadaver

Noted Nest

Updated: Oct 5, 2024

By Vaidehi Jha



The coldness of my body

Longs for the warmth of a soul.

The brain you hold in your hands

Hides memories in every sulcus

The warmth of my son’s little hand still lingers

In the fingers that you break.

The lifeless heart you poke

Is still throbbing with the love and pain

That has beaten through it

And gushed down the veins.

When you cut through these eyes

Do you see in them the beauty they’ve witnessed?

When you slice my lung open

Do you hear the whispers of the words I could not utter?

Do you see my weaknesses

Nestled within the lobes of my liver?

Do you feel the familiarity of my mundane life

Absorbed in every strand of my withering muscles?

Does your science assign to my shuffled organs

A gender I have refuted all my life?

But I don’t hold it against you

All I ask is that you treat me not as a cadaver

But as a life that once was.


By Vaidehi Jha



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