Neurology

my brain is a cage,

too small for my thoughts.

I think-

I have ideas and inklings,

but they feel like nothing more than suspicions.

they rake the neurons of my brain,

and rip through the gyri and flood the sulci with acid.

I cannot escape this prison,

yet I am outgrowing it

and bursting out the seams.

I do not know what will become of me,

for I can already feel myself becoming unstable