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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2167090
What can we fall into asks WDC's Writer's Cramp. Oh, any number of things...
         I stand on a narrow strip, a lip.
         My arms flail, I tense, I inhale.
         Breath held, pulse pounds, toes clench, peer 'round.
         Sense of an arc, a hole, a bowl?
         Teeter, totter, hitch, glitch, slip, pitch
         down, down I drop, tumble, fumble.
         In cool milk I crash, splash and thrash,
         gasp, shake, grab a cereal flake.
         Adrift in this pool, I swirl, twirl.
         Alone, remote, I puzzle, float.
         Giant puddle, brain a'muddle.
         Life raft sinks, splutter, heart flutters.
         Choke, cough, wheeze on my knees
         I awake, headache, near my bed.
         Shards of wet glass shattered, scattered.
         Nightmare dregs crushed under my legs.
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