nails in the brain | SoCs poem

Good morning, everyone! This stream of consciousness poem is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “nails.” I hope you all enjoy!


dull metal stabs the soft tissue

of my fleshy, futile organ,

puncturing it over and over,

until all the life, all the intelligence,

all that power I thought I had within

slips and fizzles and deflates–

until all that life and intelligence,

once lost from the cruel nails,

is found through another medium,

returned to my little brain again.


Art credit to daxnorman on tumblr

~ Sammicakes

3 Comments Add yours

  1. kenyan biko says:

    This is a beautiful random thought…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. kenyan biko says:

    Make more of them again.. 🙂


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