i exist
optimally
in isolation
eschewing
fulfillment
for an
empty sort
of peace

outside of
the bubble
obsessions
ingratiate
themselves
insinuating
innocuously
into my brain

asymptomatic
feeling no effects
yet spreading
manic disasters
ruining through
sheer proximity

if i can channel
these desires into
an inferno of words
then these obsidian
dreamshards can cut
a fool to shreds
with no need for
anyone else to
sufferincidentally

the sleepless nights
blur into blinding days
stoking the embers
fireflies fading fast
as another year dies
tick marks carved on
the inside of my skull