Ever wonder what would
the autopsy report of a love that literally just died look like?
AUTOPSY REPORT: L@^e-MRGJW2D-SYJ3047
NAME OF THE LITERALLY DECEASED: Love
AUTOPSY PERFORMED AND AUTHORIZED BY: Love’s Survivors
LITERALLY DEAD IDENTIFIED BY: Numerous Songs, Centuries of Poems, Tweets from those who confirm LOVE was in fact “literally dying”
AGE: Ageless
RACE: Parts From Every Race
SEX: Most Definitely
LENGTH: Indeterminate
WEIGHT: Heavy
TEMPERATURE: Icy
EXTERNAL EXAMINATION: Underdeveloped, undernourished, no visible physical evidence of literally dying. There are some healed wounds from Cupid’s arrows – one on the right forearm, one just left of center and between the rib cage, another on the left ankle.
EVIDENCE OF X-RAYS: Um, appears to have been an ex named Stephen, and an ex named Robert, and an ex named Roy, but no evidence of any Rays.
TOXICOLOGY: Is that the song by Aphrodite?
MANNER OF DEATH: Probability the manner was without class.
CAUSE OF DEATH: It literally just died.
© Love Lies Autopsied
Mimi Wolske
All Rights Reserved
So here I lie weighing my heart,
Putting life and death into your hands,
Bleeding words down the naked skin
Of pressed pulp surrendered under
The first moon of Spring's evening;
Your smile beckoned from the portrait.
Lost in the breeze of love’s
Spangled rhythm, our frost-bitten
Dreams burgeoned in the warmth
Under the same blade that splayed me open,
Spilling out all of my sins;
Your song, like raindrops, fell from me.
A dozen washed-up stories in
The devil’s graveyard of lost lovers
Speaks volumes on the trials of
Cruel seasons and the glittering skies
That held no answers in the swaying
Pull from your unpalatable woes.
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