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At night,
I dive into whirlpools,
slip-sliding and twizzling
round and down, round and down,
on pillow-seat into
the depths and
the coils
of my
mattress springs.

At night,
I spring into life,
into my real existence,
into my mortal world.

If my mother were to meet me
would she know me?

At night, my toes grow deep
into myself, into
my roots.

By day,
I am nothing.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, November 2018

Inspired by ‘Self-Portrait as Semiramis’, by Mary Kim Arnold.

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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