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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.

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Sickness

She wakes up and watches her weight
Wipes away a dream of what she ate
Crosses the floor on padded feet
Opens the cupboard for something to eat
And immediately screams and slams it shut
Cannot allow herself to think what
She would eat if she had her way
Crusty bread, cheddar, slathered in Grey
Poupon, three minutes under the grill
Browned and bubbling - instead, a pill
A placebo, of that she's sure
Dextrose, cornstarch, nothing more
A doctor's smile in tablet form
Am arm round the shoulder for her storm
In a teacup hysterical pain
Thank you, please don't come again.
These experts think it isn't real
She alone knows how it feels.
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