Dissection of a Woman

Cut me open and see
the moths finally fly free.
One thousand, maybe two
fly out of me.

Cut me open and blow
the dandelion seeds down to my toes.
Just give it time,
for flowers will grow.

Cut me open and sail
down the blue rivers that trail
down my sturdy limbs
all the way to my nails.

Cut me open and excavate
down to my heart which is an old rusty gate
to protect the fortress
which carries all my weight.

Just cut me open and see
all the things a woman can be.

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