Emoji's of the Mind

Slipped into a trippy

compartment in the left

quadrant of my upper brain

is a series of characters similar

to the most evil Disney villains

mixed into a mismatch of pastel

colored emojis that smile with

gaps in their teeth.

They speak to me all at once and

usually in peak hours of concentration

when I want nothing more than total

silence when it comes to my thoughts.

These proto-conscience smiles speak

through all the various voices of my

mother, father, grandmother, best friend,

and hated ex. Plus a weird assortment of

strangers that happened to place their

nostalgic or comedic influence on me. Or

maybe their voices were just obnoxious.

One way or the other this choir of

cacaphonous creatures nest within my ear

and sometimes when I finally kill them all with

wine and laughter I find myself quite alone.