running. Through my head
pawing. At my dura mater
trying. To shred a door in my already leaky brain
cracking. Through my parietal bones
the chaotic confusion is screeching
ringing in their sensitive ears
choking. The evil snakes were too strong
too complex. Though they tried to devour the specimens
the epidermis was too tough to digest
are defeated. As it turns out
a pack of ferocious tygers & lyons
were no match for the thoughts created by my imagination.
The mind is a dangerous thing.
I ought to be careful how I handle such a thing
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