the constant vibration of motorcycles roaring by
sends my senses on a scavenger hunt
for the peace and serenity i used to know

the scraping and screeching
of metal on metal,
as it sparks
and pops,
festers so deeply into my mind
that my tweezers aren't enough to pluck it out

i am trapped and suffocated
behind walls built by my own two hands
and i can see the world outside just fine
but everyone seems like they're a million miles away, in my mind

the smoke and smog from the fifty car pile up in my brain has left no survivors
and everything is finally starting to go back to normal
whatever normal even is