Welcome to my second year @ OU………..

Whirl

There is an uncontrollable mist that tries to swirl past my lips
Often it claws up my throat up through my fingertips
To swan dive in my conversant’s parted fleshy mouth
To mold jelly like into their body cavity and brain
When unplacated with dedication, desire, or alteration
Anxious armies of ants make my heart race, mind burn, feet fly, eyes pop
Another time period wants out
But just rumbles in my belly and head instead