Scrambled brain and Poached mind
Brains severed down the middle
Bloodied silver gleam
Echos of the self
Served in grey matter pulp
Memories disgorged
To the air
Swirling currents
Entering the mind
Thoughts erasing
Infection ingrating
Scrambling
That which is not cut
Grey-pink ribbons
A smell of iron jelly
Complete with spoon
Posted: Thursday, February 21st, 2019 @ 9:40 am
Categories: Poems.
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