They flow like blood

A herd, a stampede

I write them down as quickly as possible

Try to make sense of the mess

That repeats over and over.

The thoughts won’t let me sleep

Until every counter is doused in ink

Every paper scribbled with nonsense

That I try to cover up

But the words fill my dreams

My escape is my cage,

And I run faster

to snatch them

To hide them

Because forgetting the voices is losing me

But my stamina is weakening . . .

Insanity is crippling.