Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Standing in the kitchen


Standing in the kitchen

 

I’m standing in the kitchen

Making toast that I know

I’m now not going to eat

My stomach rolls like boiling pumice filled

Lava on a volcanic seabed

Lurching and morphing as it

Retches forth new flows

The tension ripping me apart

I don’t know how much longer

I can do this

It’s too hard and too stressful

I’m being pulled in all directions

There’s too little ‘me’

To go around

 

© Kate McClelland 2016
 
Picture by Pixabay
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3 comments:

  1. hhtp://ellenbest24.wordpress.com/15 June 2016 at 08:06

    What lies beneath
    Haunts unseen
    What shakes our teeth
    And secretly makes us scream.

    You left me wondering, Filling in the unspoken words.

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  2. Unknown15 June 2016 at 09:16

    Hello Ellen
    Thank you for that
    Glad it piqued your imagination :0)

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  3. Unknown3 August 2016 at 11:04

    We all need wives - normally thought of as the women's auxiliary to a man's life. lol Living alone with far too much to do to keep a barely acceptably clean roof over my head, I'm grateful for modern conveniences.

    When even the laundry seems choreful, I remind myself that at least I'm not beating it on a rock (or dealing with a mangle, like your mum).
    xx,
    mgh

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