
Animals in pill form, that's a good idea, said the depressed schizophrenic. Maybe it will help me realize how savage the mental health system is. Maybe I can swallow cats and be fried by dogs.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Words: 163 - Published: 09-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3055963
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cat and mouse
chasing each other endlessly
tails after tails
stomach after meal
except the cat isn't a cat
but more brightly colored
and oval-shaped
and small
the mice in my head
they bite and chew and they bite and chew
they eat the gray brain matter
they eat all the sanity
they eat me up
they chew me down
to a whittle that barely
can function
i swallow the cat
with no fur stuck in my teeth
i make her chase away all the little mice
with her padded and needle sharp claws
she swallows the virus
and soon i
am free
but the cats need to find a new home
because when they piss it smells
they make my brain smell
they make me ugly
they make me deplorable
it is until i swallow dogs
will the cats leave
and they come in white sharp little bolts
that will stab my brain
and make me bleed
with their sharp fanged teeth
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