A Record

In verse

I find the

Breaths

I need

to take

Away

From the multisyllabic jargon and polysyndeton and bombardment of emotional entanglement metacognition fistfuls of frustration concatenation superficial sophistication fishing for compliments and sympathy

Everybody else's emotions

And trying

To embody

My own

To feel

My own

Low fidelity

No frequency

Feelings, index fingernail

Scratching

Searing

Screaching

Against my mind scape

Till sulci evolve into fissures

Revisiting

Revisiting

Revisting

Chiselled grooves

Titanium thought

A scalpel in this lobotomy

Until we rediscover the amygdala

Dormant, incapacitated, awoken,

But now breathing;

Breathing.