Eviscerated

You can have what's left of me.
The broken bones that held my chest in place,
the tissue and fat that thought about evaporating.
The melting marrow.
You can have what's left of me.

The sweet skin that always wanted as close as it could be.
Take the veins, capillaries and crimson that resides there.
You already have my chambers.
The space continues to make more and more room for you.
The thump thump thump that is always fighting to be larger than life
You can have what's left.

Don't waste the magical brew of hydrogen and oxygen.
I've been holding on for you.
There's still one piece left.
I think you'll agree it's the best.
Since everything else is yours-remove the muscle carefully.
It's probably a shade of midnight by now.
You can put it on a chain or in a box it doesn't matter.
I'm done with it, it's yours now.