quick! don't think

pounding loud flashes in my head
all the while demanding
silence!
darkness!

chew crunch ice
cool from inside
does not help

tastes like
all the times I finish that poem with fear
that it will never happen again
sit and spill unplanned words
onto paper
like milk you did not know
would seep through cracks onto
bare toes

cold shock
better than dry

waking up empty burn
in middle of back
spread like mold
dust and string
until numb

chewing ice
to feel
something
filling in

memorizing the notes
fingers mindless on keys
until you think
and it all disappears

shhhh
quiet...