They always said curiosity killed the cat.
Rat-ta-tat-tat.
Insignificant, curly shavings of thoughts slap the pink cerebral walls,
Porous with confusion and intellectual growth.
Experience.
Plump veins intricately woven between billowing realms of data
developing, destroying, at an electrical pace
Pulsing hollow answers like a motherless hooved heart ******* venom from Daddy’s fingertips
Menacing raindrops
On the tin roof over the shelter where too much dust collects
And Mr. Potato head and his family slowly disintegrate
On a day where the sky split
and tears dropped out
and all of those **** pillows
Just couldn’t catch them.
Wringing a grey water cloth
From the aquatic fabric we’ve always dreamed of consuming
Or sleeping under and over and in between.