2d
Pulse frozen—
iced veins mid-break,
brain flooding with fragments
of fractured light and wired noise.
Every color comes too loud.
Every breath enters sharp-edged.
The sky is too close.
The floor doesn’t hold.
I stagger through a maze
built of memory and migraine—
walls shift shape
each time I blink.
I am too many signals,
too little pattern.
A scream poised
inside a prism.
Please—
just one thought
that doesn’t bloom sideways.
Just one silence
that doesn’t shimmer wrong.
iced veins mid-break,
brain flooding with fragments
of fractured light and wired noise.
Every color comes too loud.
Every breath enters sharp-edged.
The sky is too close.
The floor doesn’t hold.
I stagger through a maze
built of memory and migraine—
walls shift shape
each time I blink.
I am too many signals,
too little pattern.
A scream poised
inside a prism.
Please—
just one thought
that doesn’t bloom sideways.
Just one silence
that doesn’t shimmer wrong.
Author Note – Pressure Kaleidoscope
This piece captures the disorientation of overstimulation—when thought and sensation blur into sharp fragments. It's about trying to hold shape while everything refracts around you. I didn’t write it to explain—I wrote it to survive the moment it came from.
This piece captures the disorientation of overstimulation—when thought and sensation blur into sharp fragments. It's about trying to hold shape while everything refracts around you. I didn’t write it to explain—I wrote it to survive the moment it came from.
