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Intricate cellulite swells her brain. They tell her to pain. To live in vain. With her eyes of lobotomy, speaks the vegetable truth. Excuse her ignorance, she’s happy. How sweet her moans that echo in my ears. Now and then she listened, now and then she glistened. Filtered out the black and sang the blue. What more could she do? Her jaded eyes saw jagged visions. Watched herself crumble. She was once a granite column. No fear to sleep.  She counts amputated sheep. She’s free. We’re all free.

Author's Note

No real structure.
First words are the best words :)

Reviews

[Daniel Dougherty]

Oh, my brain, where do I start in analyzing this? Beautiful, enticing writing. I just wish I knew what it meant...