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Feb 19
these four walls
better than the back of my hand,
better than the staccato of my pummelled heart.

A newspaper I didn’t buy
tells me we are going up in a yelp of smoke,
those who endure left to select a disease.

Now my nose bleeds,
the phone chirrups and there can only be
rotten syllables on the other end, whispers in the back.

With eyes daubed in lethargy,
I watch you move. Half a clock later
and you’re miles gone. I would say I’m surprised

but no, I’m not.
Written: February 2021.
Explanation: A poem written fairly quickly in my own time. Feedback welcome as always. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my Hp home page.
Reece AJ Chambers
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Reece AJ Chambers  28/M/Northamptonshire, England
(28/M/Northamptonshire, England)   
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