DiamondPuma

Let it out.

There is a darkness

buzzing inside my mind.

It stings

It sears

It’s Novocaine.

Why sting,

why numb?

Why with a cathartic scream to the cosmic end can it not

be

released?

The static consumes.

 

Is it cancer,

quite literally, is it cancer?

Terminal brain cancer spreading its tendrils viciously across the fine membrane coating my cortex. Sinking and tearing its tentacles between the myelin sheath within my synapses.

O, but what do you know?

Unless you’re a doctor of medicine?

O, but what do they know?

The static consumes,

my cognition is fleeing.

 

To me it’s light

to others it’s

Dark.

It depends on the time of the day really.

It is my strength,

but also my flaw.

Let it out,

let it out,

let, 

it