The Mathematics of a Rape

My brain is numb from overworking. It has been ruthlessly raped. It tried to escape but the stalker was just too clever…caught up and despite the protests managed to penetrate the very recesses of my brain. As the day wore on my brain’s pleas kept getting louder and louder but the fucking went on, oblivious to those screams. No mercy was shown, there was no rhythm in the fucking… a job had to be done and so it was. And then as slash and burn farmers leave a plot of used land, the stalker released my brain, now barren and bleeding. No considerations, not so much as offering a smoke.I am sponging it but fresh, warm blood just oozes out. All the care and tenderness in the world cannot restore its dignity. All the new fangled ideas of psychiatry cannot restore its virility. It cannot think for itself any more. All the thoughts are just reproduced, no originality there. Medical science fails in stitching up the large open gashes made by the stalker. My brain won’t heal; it can never be whole again. Screw Lin Al.