scalpel, please

If wit cuts
yours eviscerates and I
am holding in my intestines,
keeled over on ashen, craggy knees.
One day, I may say you once shell-shocked me
but the stitches in my side will have never gone away:
you that sewed me whole will have split me open with a laugh.

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