Losing my mind was like swallowing hot coals—it stole the words from off my tongue. A treason like no other, even though we anticipate for it to burn. Embers light up our mouths from the inside, like walls of a cavern lit entirely by torch.

When my brain malfunctioned, my grasp on reality suddenly became loose. Unraveling like serotonin silly string until all that remains is one big knot. As my sanity escapes, all that's left is a pile on the floor of mess. 

ASYLUM.
Kash Baloch, 2017.

- Kash Baloch