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Fractured poetry I -Migraine
No poetry today,Just the thrum- thrum- thrumming of painBehind my eyes, at the base of my skull, all over my being. No best-laid plans today,Only pressing painkillers out of blister stripsAnd calculating the time until the next. No me today,An abrupt erasure through the sudden onsetOf neon-coloured lightning in my brain. No words, no talks,…
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Meditations on tiredness and crumbly cookies
What do you do, when your energy is used up. What do you do, when your energy is used up and there is still day left and cats that need to be fed and children that need to be loved and you cannot even get up, because there is so much pain.And oh, the medication…