The lawnmower hummed and ended a life.
Head on one side of the blade,
Tail on the other.
No blood to speak of.
No notice.
No pain.
I went back later to move it.
Balanced between twigs
Like a pair of chopsticks.
The head was the hardest part.
So small and smooth
Slipping and falling as my shame grew.
Silly really, but something precious died
And nothing I feel will alter that.
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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