This poem is super disturbing. I thought at first it was about the beauty industry, but instead it seems to be about harvesting organs. It reminds me of the book Never Let Me Go by Kazuro Ishiguro. I believe it won prizes, but I couldn't recommend it because it is so upsetting. Are you talking about people harvesting organs from the living? Or the dead? Or is it a metaphor for the way people with less power are used by others with more? In any case, your poem is evocative and masterful.