cracked. I crack
heads like eggs, searching inside. Take them and watch everything spill out. Hear you scream
I WANT I WANT I WANT
I see nerve endings and synapses and
science tells me
that these are emotions.
I kneel and I want to collect them
cultivate them and keep them like a bee-keeper.
Take them out and hear them buzzing, feel them
vibrating.
Memories sting
and sometimes
drip sweetly.
And maybe one day I will pick them out
take what they have made and I will eat it.
Neurons sparking beneath my tongue, warm summer nights sliding down my throat
along with the time you saw your mother cry,
and I will smile
but I'll still be dry dry dry.
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