some nights
i crackle with
an overdose of
manic electricity
so fierce
i suspect it is
visible from space

my solitude
a miserable faraday cage
containing madness
designed to protect
hercrystallineheart
shudders and groans
beneath the weight
of terminal sorrows

i tore out
my vocal cords
to stop myself from
calling out to you
only one of us needs
to be awake at this
insufferablewitchinghour

yet here’s another
ode to futility