Each second face hits glove.

Hypothalamus is my cruel love.

she sets eyes on the unobtainable.

Unexplainable.

Hippocampus stores the stories.

The ever daily momento mori.

A living hell adding queers to quaries.

Thalamus attends to the slaps against my chin.

My emotions have me in an eternal pin.

Amygdala forces my fear to swell

I yell

The me that is "free" is locked in my frontal lobe.

Where it must stay hidden from the rest of the globe.