acute mania: when life doesn't sit quite well with you, for no apparent reason and with no reasonable discourse. When every impatient chair prick you with pieces of glass. When the animals in your brain tells you to pluck a bird because you're hungry (no matter how much you've had to eat) -- it tells you
pluck, pluck, pluck

youre starving 
pluck pluck pluck
youre itching, you're BURNING
PLUCK PLUCK PLUCK
put it out put it out put it out
PLUCK PLUCK PLUCK
you can't reason away the restlessness of obsolescence
PLUCK PLUCK PLUCK
until you yourself are hairless and bloodied and ruined
and ready to be eaten
and ready to feel whole again
and ready to feel again

but as you heal, the crescendo restarts

a quiet chorus 
'pluck pluck pluck'