Facts About Neuroplasticity

It’s too hot and my head isn’t ready

for medication and bed. I am

a brilliance. I want to be

for ever/yone and I will be so swirly

you will think of me like leaves

in Fall that left home

but tried to come back. I just

want to hold on for a little bit.

That was two hours ago, but I have to

stay awake. I have to snap my body

like a branch so I won’t bend.

Sleep will drag my eyes shut again

but it’s been two days. I can fight

for awhile more but I am

dangerously close to cycling

down the stairs

to where the people talk in my head

about how they don’t like me. I embrace

my bastard pillow.