Thoughts blurred the world as they hopped from neuron to neuron, multiplying with a speed only bunnies ever matched. No dike could withhold the flow of animals as it growled at boredom and snapped its teeth at anything resembling a bridle.
A double-edged solution cut through the ebb: letters on a board in a slapdash, non-alphabetical arrangement.
The thoughts stilled.
In a rush drowning any coherence, they headed for the offered escape. They pressed against it repeatedly, sending bits of themselves through to the other side with each push.
They crashed on the slowly blackening canvas, their dying breath unheard.
This is a drabble for this prompt.