Friday, February 8, 2019

Monsters

The brain is a tasty morsel

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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