Spining

Restriction, stuck in the thick mud.
The surroundings spin, the blur of the world.
The shakes start from the inside, as palpitations.
They work their way out from the core.
Air thins as the limbs grow weak from the lack of blood.
Everything catches up and takes it’s toll.

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