Saturday, 16 February 2013

Some poetry to describe my current state. Daphne


Crisps in hair, heavy eyelids
Streaky light streaming in
Aching body, confusing message
Trail of mess and unlearnt lessons
Need some water, can barely crawl
Use the bath tap from the floor
Die here slowly for an hour
Back to bed for to groan and wallow
Probably do this again tomorrow
Because I'm young because I'm stupid
Because I can and couldn't refuse it.  

Daphne

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