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
