Anthology of a Facelift

I mistook her for the weekly grocery,
Until she stops me from packing her into the fridge.
She tells me her desires
- Her desperation
That when they clear away the stitches,
And brush away the sores,
Her casing will mend and mingle.
But what about her hands?
Yes, her hands will tell the truth
Tell her Anthology of a Facelift.

-Vanessa