The gills are warming up
They open and close
Stiff from lack of use
My eyes dart back and forth
Like Plath’s
Only thing is I’m alive
I even pat my heart and brag of mornings alone
The madness
the gills
the dead writers
They’re all warming up
Warm Ups
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:anxiety, creative writing, depression, free verse, Jayne.press, prose
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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