run when
pursued by conclusions
grasped
by an abundance of wax filling in the voids
within stacks of untruths shaped into realisation by sympathetic ears
by Jay Cool, 12th April 2025
Flight
Posted byThe Silly-Savvy SalopianPosted inSilly-Savvy PoemsTags:fight or flight, fight or flight response, free verse, Indie, lies, poem, poetry, reflections, retreat, truth
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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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