I am fract.ured broken self ruptured tortured raped sort of raptured in stealth under colorful clouds still I am fract.ur.ed self frozen in pain never seen much less heard imprisoned increasingly fr.act.ur.ed in limbic arrest sort of half dead but not totally yet in this state of synaptic threat – my undoing, dismantling, devolution, my very own de-personalization world de-realization are my oh so f.ract.ur.ed lines of defense.