brittle
overexposedunderdeveloped
swollen with a flurry
offuriousfeelings
unable to speak
desperate to
unload
confounded
inanimpotence
ofoversaturated
instabilities

mymindhasbecome
a run on sentence
ofsputteringsentience
a veritable variance
inlanguishinglies
as i vibrate in
my own lack of substance
formingfibonaccispirals
intheaccumulatedtrash

no matter how deeply
i burrow down into the silt
there is no escaping
the goddamned attention
whichisremarkableconsidering
the deficit i personify

theonlygoodthingabout
being on the bad end
of a cycle is the knowledge
itallbeginsagainbefore
thereistimetocatchmydeath