I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Story Bone

So, today we were going over pelvic pathologies and started down the road of dermoid cysts and started talking about vanishing twin syndrome. So that's when I started thinking, what if it were triplets, where one had absorbed another one, and then the mother gave birth to twins. But the one that had absorbed the vanishing triplet was still hungry for its remaining sibling. Yea, it's a cannibal story. Sometimes kids bite each other, what if there was something more to it. A hunger, a driving, desirous hunger for the other.

Creepy, eh?

But wait, there's more, what if it was all being driven by the original sibling, the one that had been absorbed. That one is the actual cannibal.

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