Brain Hurts
My brain hurts
from inhaled pain,
swollen now
to not quite sane.
Nought it knows
will be the same,
nor answer to
its (or my) name.
My heart hurts
with built-in stain;
it’s been set
by drenching rain;
what washes it
might have a name,
but I don’t know it
just the same.
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Very much a draft ditty for May 1 and Kerry O’Connor’s 55 word prompt on Real Toads. I’m just doing recycled drawings at the moment; this of a brain in bed, with canine companion.
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