Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts,
gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead
up ……………… and I shine across ————————–> borders.
me
lights
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Gaslit
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inRecovery of a Salopian ExileTags:border controls, bullying, gaslighting, having a voice, mental health, mind games, poetry, social justice, stress, wellbeing
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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. View more posts
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