It Cuts Deep like a Writing Technique: The Spiral

It was us in a car accident and our brain when the real spinning stops—our damage afterward. It was our special big spinny messes—neither of us were better. I reached out like the way a mind keeps spinning—always spinning together. One day some people said cured. They said I was better even though you still can see us now— spinning without me. I got better—I was brain damage that spun us in circles in my stationary world. I’m still there once every 360 degrees. I tried to stop you and clutching, left you wondering. Bodies and spooning, I would have held us together for a lifetime. But you had spun so our minds could stay to spin and eventually you spun away from me. I stopped spinning—wondering what to still.