I dissected my brain on a sterile metallic table,
I pushed the scalpel down through a sticky membrane,
that held my flaws.
I washed my scalp in drug store rubbing alcohol,
in an attempt to scrub memories away.
I splashed in a little bleach,
so that the scars might fade.
I scooped out all of the tainted parts,
I used forceps to tear out,
all the dysfunctional pieces.
Once I was done,
I looked inside my skull,
and I realized,
there was nothing left.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
I dissected my brain on a sterile metallic table,
I pushed the scalpel down through a sticky membrane,
that held my flaws.
I washed my scalp in drug store rubbing alcohol,
in an attempt to scrub memories away.
I splashed in a little bleach,
so that the scars might fade.
I scooped out all of the tainted parts,
I used forceps to tear out,
all the dysfunctional pieces.
Once I was done,
I looked inside my skull,
and I realized,
there was nothing left.
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