Gum.
Mounting up in my upside-down world.
A pile of sticky mass threatening to consume me, crowding me out of my hiding place.
Time to leave, to re-emerge into learning.
Too late.
It drags me in by a single strand of my hair.
Eyelids unable to open, cheekbones redefined, ears silent.
Sir’s voice; my learning; me –
no more.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
Image by Gisela Merkuur from Pixabay
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