Write now every day.

The fight 

Is so fucking

Awful

Awful

And deep. 

 

Deeper then

The sea

Sucking

Pain lashed

Shorelines.

 

Minds lost

In fathomless

Dismal

Distorted

Thoughtless.

 

Brassy deep

Loud

Dyed blond

Faircoat

Knickers in 

 

A drawer

With her

Empathy

Frontal lobe

Desperate

 

The search

Goes on

missing

Longed

For stillness.

 

Great cliffs

Of barbaric

Chaos

Breakers battering

Synapse.

 

Hurricanes 

Hammering

humongous

Thoughts 

Into simple.

 

Simple

Confusion of

Missing

mindful

Coherence.

 

Gone gone

Fucking 

Gone

Still gone. 

Still still. 

 

Chaos Life Judgement mental health

◄ Cancer Care (or anything else for that matter)

Blaire Peach 1979 ►

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Phil Kay

Sun 17th Apr 2016 19:00

Thank you Lynn, its not dissimilar in construction to some of yours but where you have the beauty and finesse of a stiletto, I tend to wave a big fuck off broadsword.

Lynn Hamilton

Sun 17th Apr 2016 18:41

Hi Phil

I really, really like this.

Lynn

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