Where the wild voices live

Some days the voices

in my head tell me

to do bad things,

***

And other days the

voices in my head

tell me to do good things.

***

Mostly, though, the

voices tell me that

whatever I choose to do,

to please take extra-

good care of my head.

***

“Why not wear a helmet?” they often suggest.

37 thoughts on “Where the wild voices live

  1. My voices aren’t caged within my head. They come from the Bigfoot that lives in the alleyway. “Bring me raw meat,” he always whispers when I pass by.
    I was more surprised that he spoke English than anything else. But I still avoid that street at all costs.
    :)

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  2. I know! If I HAVE to go that way for some reason, I’ll just make sure to pack some ground beef from Smart & Final in my purse. In a Ziploc bag, of course. :)

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