Walrus Teeth

Walrus Teeth

March 25th. 2022

"Oh my god, it's so good to see you" Brain exclaimed to liver,
orange spittle hanging off the last word. 
Liver blinks back, three and a half times,
before opening it's mouth to speak.
Swollen gums ooze a variety of moist puss,
Painting a portrait of a dog too dead to see Heaven.

Brain experiences a pang of regret running down the optic nerve,
A ticket for jaywalking followed suit.

The two were framed underneath an elaborate marble arch,
decorated in the Venetian Gothic style.
A cornice of bone was like a jewel to the crown of God,
the tableau had arrived.

Neurons fired a galleons-worth of signals, screaming:

"ESCAPE"
"RUN"
"CHOOSE NOT TO REMEMBER"