Tuesday, 31 January 2017

short form poetry 31st January 2017

reading
her diary
and her thoughts of killing.
Why did it have to be him, though?
Not gay.


© Rachel Green 2017

hedge parsley
springing up along the path
McDonalds wrappers


© Rachel Green 2017

guinea pig
squeaks constantly
'Food, Rachel'
the dogs wait for
their piece of carrot, too


© Rachel Green 2017

increased weight
though I feel fitter
than before

increased stamina
lifting ability
knee squats

I still wobble along


© Rachel Green 2017

art project. The cat destroys it.

© Rachel Green 2017

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