Can you feel it?
The spiralling.
Do you see it
Happening within me?
Does it consume you
As it consumes me?
That unstable sensation,
Lingering
Without explanation.
Spiralling downward,
Without apology.
Thoughts are wretched things,
They sour
The very air
I breathe.
Spiralling.
Like a dead man
Still writhing
Upon the gallows.
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