Mania’s Rise, Crash, and Plea

He was doing so well. He never wanted this. Mind murky,

never trusting, his thoughts unsettled. Reluctant, he picked his poison to free

him from his pain, wanting better for those around him,

those like you. Clouds of the mind disappeared, feeling so powerful, seeing so clear.

He would sleep now. He was unstoppable. His superpower, the high would

wear off, becoming stable. He no longer needed a cure. "They don't know

me," he smirked, credibly convinced, confidently fine. He cast aside the chalky white

circles. Wouldn't be long. Mania rushed in, excited, sped up,