Falling Through

‘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

Trying not to get sucked back

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019

Inspired by a reading of the poem ‘Half Girl, then Elegy’ by Omotora James.

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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