A rush of volcanic brain fluid,
Wiping out every piece of my physical anatomy
As it scorches the land.
I wonder, then,
How one is to function in the world of humans
With a liquified brain.
A one-eyed cat stopped to stare at me,
As though shocked by my form,
Before scurrying away.
The light downstairs has a shortage.
It mimics my thoughts.
Ashes falling from my cigarette
Send sparks flying as they make contact,
Casting terrifying electrified shadows across my face.
Life backfires sometimes.
And then one goes to sleep again,
And wakes up within dreams.
Moving on.
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