
Debilitating neck pain
Inside my nerves, every time I
Sit at the desk; a mouse luring me, lurking for me
‘This is not your concern; the work will get done anyway’
Right side of the body giving itself to the weak sides of the world
Acrostically aggravated, thoughts healed
‘C’mon now, pull yourself
Together, everyone needs to see these words
Immobilised on the page’, disease
Onset, friction of my body against the slippery surface
Never drained, always boosted to the sharp shape
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...



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