I wish she would study me again

That I could be her subject of consideration

 

I would display myself on hooks

I would expose my marrow

I would allow my dissection

to have her touch me

 

She told me she loved me

and she said it was hard

to look upon my flesh

and see me laid bare

 

But there were studies to undertake

And there were hypotheses to be tested

 

My sacrifice wasn't so bad

It was only a heart that she cut into