faster we spin
and faster

shit 

look at us

grief swamps
his
lungs, drowning 
gentle words
before they land 
… one

worry spins 
your
gut, flinging 
help aside till 
care flakes brittle 
… two

rage boils 
our   
muscles, curdling 
nascent smiles 
while seeding hate 
… three

wild glee bloats 
their 
hearts, spiralling 
blinding peaks 
torn apart from ‘we’
… four  

faster we spin,
stretched –
fraying, torn 
fragmented

breathing…  


in 

out 

eyes open 


        we 

in out 
eyes open 


                 and they 

in out 
eyes open 

                           as one 
                                  our world 
                                          exhales