Out there

And then the thought was out there
never to be called back
never to return
to the murky swamp from which it sprang
the chaos, the void
the swirling mass of turbulent, oscillating water
we call the subconscious
it was revealed in all its folly
splayed out awkwardly, on shaking, quivering legs
with its head hung down, glancing around furtively
forsaken, and, forlorn
representing all the flavors of its homeland
all the textures, all the smells
all the colors, mucus green, and brown
mossy, clumped dirt clinging to it
it was alone. It was there for all to see.
Exposed. In a pristine room, white walls, bright lights, and two way mirrors
no way out
standing in the center
surrounded by enemies
antagonists
in the guise of brothers.
Never speak
never speak
again
again
again.