by Kit Terrell
I feel stretched, floating, hurtling, falling
A bowling ball in a silent path
Paper mache
A ghost haunted by you
“OOH” I howl but the sky is empty
My feelings are smoke dissipating endlessly
Caricature, misspelled, edited
My chest feels ill but I’m fine, as fine as I have been
Kit Terrell (he/him) is a poet who has been featured in Melbourne Culture Corner and Cerasus Magazine. He is currently bouncing around the east coast with his girlfriend, their daughter, and their two cats. He really wants a dog.
