contours of my brain don't shrink,
even as I empty it of all content.
some thoughts slip out as words from my lips,
others get stuck in the throat.
a few trickle down to my fingertips,
only to splash up on unsuspecting screens.
even if most are ignored or not understood,
I fear I am polluting this world.
I await the last thought to come out,
the one that is keeping my brain inflated.
