First, Principles
attempts at poetry by Hamish Drummond.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Another moany poem about my broken ribs
my insides are out of alignment
strange clicking sensations
accompany minor moves
I feel them without great pain,
but then,
a jolt sears through me
as if muscle tears from bone
once more, and leaves me
whimpering, alone
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