MARIA ROSE
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Mountain Story
My ripe eyes swell in their sockets. They have escaped before---only to orbit my head,
tethered by bloody cords. In the end I fear infection and reel them back in. Sometimes I pull
out my wet brain. I crawl up a mountain and rest it on the peak---then quietly go back down
the mountain. I don’t tell anybody where my brain is. I just smile inside of my mouth. My
mind is happily crystallizing in the frost at the top of the mountain.
When my head has that extra space I can pull my eyes inside and if they bring a light they can
look around a bit. I always miss them when they are gone. Not like my mind, it’s peaceful up
there. When my eyes return they look down when I ask them about what they saw. I can’t
tell if they are happy or sad.
One day when I went to get my brain it was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. So, I just
put it back inside of my head. I crept back down the mountain with a cold brain in my skull. I
didn’t mind much, in fact I didn’t mind at all. Eventually my veins, full of warm blood, thawed
it out. Big chunks of frozen blood broke off and clunked around my arteries.
By
Maria Rose
My ripe eyes swell in their sockets. They have escaped before---only to orbit my head,
tethered by bloody cords. In the end I fear infection and reel them back in. Sometimes I pull
out my wet brain. I crawl up a mountain and rest it on the peak---then quietly go back down
the mountain. I don’t tell anybody where my brain is. I just smile inside of my mouth. My
mind is happily crystallizing in the frost at the top of the mountain.
When my head has that extra space I can pull my eyes inside and if they bring a light they can
look around a bit. I always miss them when they are gone. Not like my mind, it’s peaceful up
there. When my eyes return they look down when I ask them about what they saw. I can’t
tell if they are happy or sad.
One day when I went to get my brain it was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. So, I just
put it back inside of my head. I crept back down the mountain with a cold brain in my skull. I
didn’t mind much, in fact I didn’t mind at all. Eventually my veins, full of warm blood, thawed
it out. Big chunks of frozen blood broke off and clunked around my arteries.
By
Maria Rose
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