Underneath Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Do you know how little,
You ever had of me?
Leafing on by in the wind,
I have removed my lover's pin.
My observations will only
Ever be written in another name.
My self-mutilation is more
Than the cuts of a madwoman.
I have performed my own
Surgery, pretending my heart
Is only an illusion, a fake
Piece of clay, a hypochondriac’s
Tumour, that resides in my chest.
This way, my sanity still exists
When there are pieces missing
From my apathetic skin.