The meninges-web is a buffer for the brain
It clings in spidery strands
That connect the gray matter
And when gravity yanks you against
That concrete floor
That heavy rusty hook and nail

Your brain
Swings
And bounces
Against those yellowed skull-walls

The meninges-web clings desperately
And buffers

Your lip splits
Forehead cracks

You never checked
If there was still blood there
Stained on that
Heavy rusty hook
That concrete floor

If they hosed it off
After

Shyly you told her how it happened
Her eyes tracing the shiny patches of
Flesh knitting together on
Your forehead

And she called it
Falling down

Despite the electricity shooting
Like lightning
Behind your eyes

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