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| ‘Teddy’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com |
Was anyone looking when I fell through my brain,
fell out of the bottom and down my throat
into my stomach?
Did anyone help when I tried to climb back up
and away from the swirling quagmire
but fell back down?
Will anyone know that I am still here standing,
stuck on the perimeter shelf of my stomach
and trying my best not
to lose my
balance?
Trying not to get sucked back
down?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019
Inspired by a reading of the poem ‘Half Girl, then Elegy’ by Omotora James.
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