Reincarnate my tombstone of a brain//
My nails chip as i dig into my skull
Get to the prefrontal cortex; that's where the memories are
Why does it feel so dull?
The feeling lingers in my grasp,
Like empty tombstone that once held the
Body of an experience;
It has been revived to walk on it's own.
Maybe that is why I can not seem to
c
h
a
s
e
it down in the river of veins
Or why I do not have the heart to follow it through
The heavy fog suffocating my hollow brain
And hold it captive in my cerebrum once more
-S/A
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escapril 2021
Poetryjust a collection of escapril prompts i thought you guys would like!\
