There's a mineshaft in my throat Poem by Eva Cox

There's a mineshaft in my throat



There's a mineshaft in my throat

I fall down from my room
sit like a toad
trapped in a bubble of stone

it's quiet here
so quiet I can hear my dreams
rustle like dead leaves

I shriek

there's a mineshaft in my throat
a tongue of sharp forged metal
and layers of jet black ore for years

I hew at it with short fierce strokes

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