Brain Simmer

my brain
   simmers   like scrambled
   eggs
   on a stovetop  burner
round   like that clock 
   hanging on the wall
tick tock   ticking away...
   observing   eyes fixed
   watching with intent
me a-waiting   test results

brain flopping  into
   overload
   circuits   too hot  
frying into   shut-down.

mindless 
   be I
   awaiting  fate
as though
already  dead
   sit I.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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