Her Storybook

If want to open her storybook, 
You need a saw. 
Get your rib spreader and your clamps,
Your scissors perhaps.
Cut her deep
Then grab between her breasts, 
Her ribs open like a book. 
But if you try to read her, 
Try to take a look,
There’s just guts and blood and pills.
Try her eyes
There you will see 
Her story waiting. 
But you can’t read that either.

-LRose