Miscellaneous Adventures Of A Wandering, Inarticulate Mind

Turn me on my head and watch as the blood runs slowly from my feet.
Up my body;
Or perhaps you would call it down.
Whichever way, it runs and ends pooling, in my scalp,
And seeping into my mind.

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He had eyes like a cat I know who has eyes like nothing I've ever seen, eggshell green.