The girl cannot explain, how it was lost.
Not long ago she found herself in a precarious situation.
Walking in the woods, with her swagger on.
Mmmm nom nom nom, chewing on nothing,
Eyes wide open, pupils the size of pennies,
4:30 am is as good an hour as any,
to dabble in the darkness.
Gallivanting about the worms and wood,
She spoke flawlessly in a foreign tongue
that no human could replicate.
Her ripe peachy skin was now glowing softly,
most lucid at the cranium which was buzzing gently.
Brain ZAPS! Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz.
Each one like E.T.'s long knobby finger probing her eardrums.
A being appeared in the form of an orb,
and the girl now saw her thoughts in the form of a swirling vortex,
The orb stretched out a had like appendage.
and nonchalantly scooped out the brain,
holding it out-stretched in his right palm he looked up and ascended.
The girl doesn't mind that the mind is gone,
Along with it went the clutter.