The Stone Institute

Iron Maidens

Iron Maidens

 

Newborns grasp for Soft and Tender.

Diapers on Steel Cages make Illegitimate Surrogate Mothers.

The Hands of Iron Maidens are Cold and Unfulfilling.

Infancy is the Time of Bonding and Understanding.

Touch me. Touch her. Touch me Some More.

Hold me. Hold her. Hold me Some More.

Isolation.

Stay Awake at Night.

Sleep During the Day.

Loud Noises strikes Fear in the Weary.

Isolation in the Pit of Despair.

Why me? Why her? Why me Some more?

Hear the Cries in the Distance?

The Agony of Separation disturbs Brain Function.

Never a Bond.

Never a Link.

Never a Trust.

Never a Truth.

Never a Care.

Always a Lie.

Always Abandoned.

Stay Away.

The Noise of Love Hurts the Heart.

The Sounds of Love Punishes the Mind.

Thinking Crashes like Ocean Waves on the Shore of Reality.

Harry H. Knew the Way.

H. Harlow Found the Path.

There Is No Road.

Animal Trails in the Thickets of Existence.

 

The Noise of Love Hurts the Heart.

The Sounds of Love Punishes the Mind.

Iterations of the Hands of Iron Maidens.

Fractals. That's All There Is!

 

Kevin S. "Kiki" Merigian © October 2017

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