Macrophage

When my sanity shattered, and my soul gave up,
I stood there and stared at the stars.
A faraway fragment, a shard of my mind,
did sparkle and shine, quite dazzling and fine.
I watched it take form, as its eyeballs danced;
saw it open its mouth and take up its stance.
It captured and swallowed whatever it saw,
licked on its lips, and munched on some more.
Fat on the joyless, it cheered up no end.
Seeing my purpose, I stepped forth to mend.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Inspired by ‘After He’s Decided to Leave’, by Elizabeth Acevedo.

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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