It’s like the butterflies in your stomach turned to fish

     Swimming around slowly at first

     Then abruptly crashing into walls like bullet

     Your brain is melted and sloppy

     A big blob of grey goop

     Laid flat at the base of your skull

     The fish are there too

     Unlike your stomach they’re very much dead

     They rise to the top limply

     One after another

     It’s crowded, dead like nothing and full like everything

     It’s leaking, the goop spreads

     Pushing at the back of your sockets

     Pressured and painfully it’s licking at your lids

     You can feel the goop building up but it never runs

     Never breaks through

     It’s just waiting, sloshing around behind your eyes

     Clouding your vision and all you can see around you is the

               goop

     Around you is a bubble, where outside the goop moves slow

               or not at all

     It’s the bubble you put yourself in to keep it out, to keep

               everything out

     But somehow you choke and gag, it’s all a mess

     It’s too hard to keep out

     You don’t want to touch it, you don’t want to listen to it

     Just stay in the bubble

     Away from the goop

     But it’s in your head

     It’s everywhere, always with you

     That’s what makes it so messy