Like an everlasting gobstopper
The monsters suck and they swallow
They suck and they swallow
They move the brain from one cheek to the other with their tongue
Somehow, the brain never loses its essence, it’s true essence--the sweet candy coating surrounding each thought
Some of the good, the bad, and the useless memories are swallowed and digested by the monsters, but they can never reach the core
Everyone knows the middle is the most delectable part of any candy
The brain is no different
In the middle resides the existence of humanity
In the middle is where love lives
The middle is where the memories of our mothers are
No-the monsters can not touch these innermost pieces of what makes us alive
Our brains swirl around in the warm monster saliva
Crunch
The monster has taken a bite and just like that, our world begins to crumble
Layers break off and disappear down the long neck of the monster
We will never get that back, but we must adjust to the missing piece
Slowly, the brain begins to smooth over the crevice left by the monsters teeth
Healing happens, but it is painful and agonizing
Once we begin to heal, we do not forget the missing piece
We simply fill the hole with whatever peace we can find and patch it with newness
The brain remains whole, but lumpy
Scars that remind us that we are ever surrounded by the monsters violent mouth
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