Brains

The room slowly filled with her leaking brains
they drifted, sifted out her ears
and down her cheeks in streaks,
and down the streets.
She still felt OK,
but she knew that her brains were leaking out her ears
and that soon,
some might drip out of her nose,
or that some might build up behind her eyes,
so that she could not, would not
be able to see.
Or that maybe they'd squish down
into her mouth, so she could taste them,
and for some reason, or no reason,
she thought they'd taste like the circus,
or Paris.
And even though no one that walked by
stopped to say,
"Hey your brains are leaking out of your ears,
do you want a ride to the doctor?"
She knew her brains were leaking out her ears,
and that soon,
she'd get a taste of Paris.