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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.

Thursday, 5 January 2017

The last biscuit

The last biscuit in the tin
Glows with an inner light
Only one of us is going to win
This life or death fight.

I snatch my hand to the left
It dodges to the right
I give the tin a heft
But it's disappeared from sight.

I spot a trail of crumbs
Across the kitchen floor
I trace it with my thumbs
Leading to the bathroom door.

I follow it inside
Eyes scanning up and down
But that custard cream can hide
And the bathroom floor is brown.

I crouch and sweep the carpet clean
Searching for tiny biscuit bits
It launched on me like from a trampoline
And on the back of my head it hits.

When I wake the biscuit's gone
And with it all my wishes flee
I curl up like a dying swan
And weep into my cup of tea.

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