Sometimes I wonder if my brain looks like cracked glass
Fractured and shattered like when you hit a glass pane right in the middle
Just hard enough so there are waves of spikes stretching out to the rim from the center
Like a spiders web sprawling out over an empty ribcage,
woven with the blood of the damned
Split
in to twos, threes, and fours
Sometimes eighths and tenths
The wrinkles in my brain start to stretch and prune and bruise...