June 3, 2009
By kikid94 GOLD, Linwood, New Jersey
kikid94 GOLD, Linwood, New Jersey
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S p i n n i n g , S p i n n i n g ,
I liked the way my terrycloth robe
puffed out around my small,
frail, body---
So I spun faster,
faster still
My mother’s warning came
too late, “Don’t spin too fast”
I didn’t believe her
until I was truly
F a l l i n g , F a l l i n g ,
A comforting wave of black
like the tide of a great
ocean of darkness moving
in, slapping the shore.
The white kitchen tile greeted
me like an old friend,
embracing me with cold,
stiff arms---
My mother has only had to call 911 twice in her life—
once was for me.

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