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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.

Friday, 16 December 2016

The man who would be a cat

He sits like a cat, licking the backs of his hands
Purring and pausing to rub his cheek.

The train is full of whispers
Private conversations
Apologies and arguments
And they notice
Notice the man who would be a cat
And they whisper
Poison spreads like laughter.

He sits like a cat, curling his whiskers
Giving no heed as the train winds and whispers.

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