Brain Simmer
my brain
simmers like scrambled
eggs
on a stovetop burner
round like the 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 © Sarah Ann Jullion | Year Posted 2023
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