The Frog

I somehow related to it...

By Matt MartinPublished 6 years ago • Updated 11 months ago • 1 min read

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In grade 11,

I took a biology class.

There's a project in which we had to

dissect

a frog.

While many of my classmates

cringed with disgust,

I seemed to have no issue.

Why?

I was used to it.

I did not see a frog,

No,

I saw myself.

Laying there,

completely still,

ready to be picked apart.

I tear it open,

look through the inside,

find the heart,

and hold it between a pair of tweezers.

I rip it apart.

Piece

piece.

I dissected,

judged,

criticized

every last lobe of that creature.

Everything about that frog

was laid out,

torn,

judged,

criticized.

I take a breath.

I related to that frog.

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