The selfautopsy is completed, now I can see my inside. The black tar that oozing out my lungs used to be my happiness. The mucus burned out of long way of my intestines, Are the tears that mixed in my stomach with the stuffing of the digested regret. The naked vessels are getting free from the clots of blood of my offences, Spitting them convulsively out like, by mistake swallowed poison. Squeezing the purple lump of heart that still beating, I will remember for the last time, how it used to beat in unison with yours. The selfautopsy is completed…