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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.

Monday, 1 August 2016

Skin

The skin off his back
Peeled like cellophane
Or the page of a book
One thinly opaque layer.
It was heavy like rubber
Not quite organic enough
To be part of him.
The edges were tougher,
Wincing he pulled and tore
All along the curves
Of his shoulder blades.
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