Mind Over Matter

Whatever is occupying my mind
is scratching it's way out from inside of my head
and I can feel it between my folds and 
hurling itself against my frontal lobe
and the cold isn't helping but the time is, 
because I can feel the gaps in my thoughts now
and the spaces, perhaps, are greater somehow.

And I can't turn-off the run-on, but I can summon 
the courage to suppress the urges to binge and purge;
I'll just indulge childish temptations and resist the satisfying
sensations of release until the sheets of snow blanket 
the hills and all I can see, for miles, is white.