SPIRALING.

I am spiraling out of control.

Downward I go like a whirlpool.

My mind is a whirlpool that goes

and goes.

I am tapping my innermost force to

be reckoned with.

I eat salad like there's no tomorrow.

Drink a powdery substance until I am

bled dry.

I am a weathered vein.

I peel and fold

like a potato that is withered like

a stem.

I am gone.

I come.