Heart cells tremble in sour electrical pain.
They cry out.
"We want someone to love!"
Hand cells hum listlessly and grope cold condensated windows for intimate touch.
Gut cells and Gonads bang empty mule mugs against the rungs of my ribs and bellow sea shanties.
"We're hungry and we're horny and we're
low,
low,
lonely."
There's going to be a prison riot inside my soul.
I can feel it.
Brain cells put on the priest collar and take to the podium.
"The old ways don't work anymore!"
Heart, Hands, Guts and Gonads hurl wilted heads of lettuce and spoiled pears.
"We are stronger than this!"
Guts growl. Hands hiss. Heart and Gonads upturn pews and burn bibles.
Somewhere in the back a siren starts singing.
It's me.
"Resist her!" Brain beseeches.
But it's too late.
It's too late for Heart and Hand and Gut and Gonad. I've already fallen in love with nothing and I've taken Brain with me.
"The old ways don't work anymore," Brain murmurs in her sleep.
I nudge her.
She rolls over and wraps her legs around the empty vessel snoring next to me.
This is my entry for the #monomad challenge, held daily in the Black and White Community.
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