Until The Cycle Is Broken - Poem by Reece Kaye
She held his head
Tightly but sympathetically
Tipped it back at right angles with his spine
Snapped his jaw forwards the same
and peered deep into his chest cavity
The maelstrom was real.
A constant whirlpool of coal and ink
Emanating from his ribcage
Bombarding the heart
Spiralling on its way south.
“We have two courses of action.
The current must be suppressed,
and the source interrupted.
For now, have this jar of hugs.
Take one, at least twice a day.”
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