Real Life: Haiku

At forty-nine, I start my real life – the one I was born to live.     Copyright owned by Jay Cool,  July 2019   Please read and comment on other posts by Jay Cool: 1: Lack-Lustre 55: Finiarted Time to Say Goodbye The Undertaking: Book Review Outstanding

Passaged

Bundled. Bundled and bundling out of one’s passage, they fall. All woolled-up, and tangled-up with each other – tight. Heads protruding from sheaths. Translucent and streaked with blood. With one’s own blood. From the blood within the passage from whence they tumbled, all bundled-up and packaged. All packaged-up and white, I vomit, bundles and bundles…

Squashed In Between

At the end of the page I put my hand up and told, “I’ve finished the page, Miss! What do I do now?” “Stop shouting out!” she shouted. “And don’t ask silly questions!” So, I sat there for a while, not knowing what next to do. “Keep writing!” shouted Miss. “No-one’s told you to stop.”…