Spirals

Falling apart comes quickly sometimes.

I can’t keep up with the crazy spiraling of emotion.

Madness spirals down to the core of the earth, the magma ignites it.

Euphoria spirals upwards and into an undiscovered galaxy.

fear seems to fly out of my fingers in all directions like tiny darts stinging and shredding the unsuspecting.

Frustration glues my legs to the floor, when what I really want to do is run away until I collapse,

gasping for air.

I need an enormous emotional release, and it feels denied, missed, or targeted half-assed and incomplete.

I was fine a minute ago.