Brain gremlins lie, right?
Shards of intrusion beget
Rampant little thoughts
Sprouts full of audacity
Misery’s whispered lies
O’er wrinkled gray matter
Sleep, a promised succor
There lay lies in between
Jagged bits of emotional trauma
Biting deep into the scarred field
Dropping my stomach and knees
Blood drawn curves encircle me
Surface tacky, browning with time
This sinister slide into what was
Cleaves the carefully cultivated balance
Into thin, spidery slivers of intrusion
And the cycle begins anew
☆cl huth, 2023
Two weeks without ADHD meds, my brain replaces the need for sleep with the hum of Frollo telling Quasimodo how grateful he should be for the gaslighting and abuse.
I have therapy tomorrow. And meds.
Thankfully.
