Mind Blown

I blew my mind this morning. I swallowed all the envy and hate the talking heads on the TV spewed. I hoped the younger, less experienced beings would be spared the trash if I devoured it all. In my attempt to protect the vulnerable, I consumed vitriol and bullets aimed at the masses. My head filled with garbage igniting fires that blazed from my eyes like infernos. I believed I’d accomplished my goal when my brain exploded, shedding residue over my shoulders. I opened my mouth and gathered the dregs so they wouldn’t land on anyone else. Bobbing my head, collecting debris, more voices came from the television. Filth spewed from ugly faces, while innocents watched in rapt attention. Rubbish gathered again, and with a sigh so heavy it singed my nostrils, I began to clean up the mess, but the question troubled my mind: was I alone in my efforts?