Do I want the tick, or does the tick want me?
Do I earn it, or do I run from it?
If I run to it and if I sit on it, will it tip me up and suck me in?
Will the sides be so steep that I’ll never return?
Like the tick in the box, will I be irretrievable?
And will I, if I am stuck, angled and stuck, and stuck in a box, stuck in a box and with no
way out, will I?
Will I still be me?
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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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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