Editor Christopher Writes – #PoemADayForAYear: 25/03/15

I have not been very well for the past 24 hours. It came on all of a sudden, out of nowhere. My knees, hips, head have been in agony. I have been hot but with shivers in my ribs. I’ve had stabbing pains in my head, arms, heels.

Here is a poem. The prompt is my illness.

I staggered into the bedroom

and fell onto the bed,

the hard memory foam catching me safe.

My body sinks into the mattress as it softens under me

and I start to fall through it, the foam

parting and sealing around me over and over.

The darkness blinds me as I sleep through my descent.

Eventually I wake to see myself, over and over

as a russian doll, the larger and smaller versions

oscillating through me and being continuously

constructed and destroyed. My internal

camera zooms out and I see each version of me

repeated over and over in Mandlebrot

for six hours. I wake up and it is 5 minutes later

and I have to take off my shoes.

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