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Poison Brain

April 8, 2019
By Lily.w BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
Lily.w BRONZE, Boston, Massachusetts
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She sits cross legged in the dark

Humming poisonous lullabies

 

Fingers caressing her prison bars

She could easily cut through them with her sharp 

fingernails

 

But she likes looking through them

At the invisible guards

 

Sometimes she breathes in secondhand smoke

from cracks in the ceiling

She likes the scratchy feeling in her lungs

 

Sometimes she sees the sky through the cracks

A rotting green

The unsteady clouds look like little white pills

Like the ones she used to swallow

 

execpt those wern't round

they were all jagged

they hurt going down

No matter how much of the Atlantic she swallowed

 

And at night when the sky turned

blood-red, she ate matches

previously lit.

 

She liked the way the burning fire smoked its way

down her stomach.

 

Only for the smoke to pour out of her eyes 

Only for her to wake up again


The author's comments:

I was thinking about what it would be like to be trapped inside your own brain and how dark that could be for people.


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