Stria of Gennari

Stria of Gennari

I love brains

White matter

Grey matter

Delicious brain matter.

The way the moonlight

Reflects off the cerebrospinal fluid

That cushions the brain like

Padding in a coffin.

I love the frontal lobe

I love chewing away abstract reasoning

Tasting cerebellum on my tongue

Grinding away sensory perception.

Feeling stronger than any anyone else

Livelier, and I let it be known

With a loud groan that echoes.

I love disturbing visuospatial processing

As I tear away a hunk of parietal lobe

I stare at a large strip of myelin across

Your occipital lobe, its whiteness

Too fit for a virgin on wedding day.

I dig my fingers into your temporal lobe

And eat away your memories of past

Romances, best friends, family.

The blood dripping down my chin

Glistening like crimson silk sheets

I can’t stop loving brains.

My love for synapses, neurons

My love for creating new kinsmen

Who cure the loneliness of eating alone.

Alright so I had to write a love poem about a certain activity
But this one is from a zombie's point of view
And zombies love brains