After today's toys-come-alive prompt.
The Jungles of the Mind
Jung beheld the jungle greens around him
and knew he had landed somewhere he
oughtn’t. His dream had been filled with
dinosaurs, primordial beasts of lumbering
but stunning beauty casually mowing
trees to the ground with their voracious
appetites. But perhaps this was precisely
where he ought to be. Dreams of such
clarity were not mere coincidence but
synchronicity. What were these jungle
greens telling him? What was he hungering
after in the recesses of his brain? Was it
mere hunger or a sublimated desire
to be beautiful? Jung took off his glasses,
pinched the bridge of his nose. He held
the spectacles before his face and regarded
his doubled reflection in the lenses.
If he were prettier, they would love him.