Again, the animosity
Flaring from you
Fresh and raw
And bristling ire.
What have I done?
Did I say something awry
Or forget a task or a shopping list?
Or is it just that I'm just not the right one?
Never quite who you wanted.
A stone in your shoe,
Uncomfortable,
But not worth the effort to discard,
Until I cause enough pain.
When enough pressure is put upon me
Then I'll be ripped out
And cast away.
An impediment removed.
WhatWhyHow???
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.
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