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Thursday, 3 January 2013

A Bad Day



(Another performance piece, so take a deep breath before reading it, as it's read all in one go! And if you like it please share it with your friends. Thank you.)

 
When I'm having a bad day
I write with a grin
venting and penning my thoughts
that are rich

in shit and in flavours
that won't dance on your tongue
but choke you to death
and feast on your heart

and scratch you and scream
pushing you down the steps
with a smile on the face
that curls up its lip

and bites your arse over
leaving teeth marks
and grabbing for flesh
before drawing blood

that sits on the chin
is wiped by a hand
that’s sharpened its nails
not caring who stares

with eyes that are open
and searching for fear
in those that may challenge
the words from the pen

that fly off the page
leaving black on the hands
and the heart of a writer
with no control left