Scalpel

why must I confess
You hope that once I repent I will no longer repress
Repress these thoughts
but what you feel is not what I need
humans are animals too
we bleed
but for more people to see we have a need to bleed on hands pre-cleaned
cleaned of regrets, like doctors going into surgery
A final incision was made, away goes your hope
Away goes the degree of the man you see standing before his team
The team of soldiers battling their way through disease