Poem: No Matter What – 19/03/20

I am rounder but I am happy, the streamlined silhouette once paraded has become modest at long last. Need I quarrel with myself? Discuss that which displeases me? No! I am stronger than this, the crumbling of that petty yet insidious disease which will no longer triumph above all else.   I punished myself – [...]

Poem: Ornate Wooden Box – 09/03/20

What’s in the wooden box? An ornate engraved chest – Does it promise me treasure? Diamonds, jewels, gold? It must with any luck.   I approach the container with trepidation, My fingers tremble with delicious anticipation, And the tremor which should rile me awfully Pushes me forth: The adrenaline is potent.   What will I [...]