This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
Friday, 17 June 2016
The Rhinocerous
Lonely and proud
On a dirt hill you stood
Snorting and pawing
The ground at your feet.
Iron grey and ivory
Folded skin hanging like destiny
Heavy upon you.
Some endings are not new beginnings.
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