Brain Droppings
I’ve eaten the brains of the monster that was me
swallowed me down thought and soul
devoured and destroyed the good of me
all that would be created in darkness
Still that smell wafts up
the musty deep aroma of the core of me
alive
not the same
wounded
cannibalized
not a strong appetite as before
soft
hurt
but desire none the less
I must relearn hungers
gnaw away at the junk food I’ve become
regrow the passion that I was
July 1, 2009
Tressa Lee Breen
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