Talisman

An ode to my innards

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

I’ve gazed with curiosity (not contempt),
At the half-open gates that rest,
Gently tucked within my breast,
Where lies that sacred part of self,
Waiting for a sacrificial rite to take place.

“Let us divide them by their parts,”
He said, ceasing the axe to serve,
Some to human…