1. I Pray For Diarrhoea
2. Bodily Boredom
3. The Muse is Mute
4. Cheeks
5. Folk and Fairytales ENG3154
6. Writing Therapy WRT3106
7. Fairyderails
8. Sonnets Grimm
9. The Queen to Her Daughter
10. Husband’s Law
11. Little Red
12. Cinderella’s a Bitch
13. Fairytales Corrupt
14. Façade of a Rose
15. The Right To Cry
16. Personals
17. Portrait
18. Got Milk?
19. For a Girl
20. 22.86 Centimetre Screws
21. Atheist
22. A Current Affair
23. How to Kill a Woman
24. Diamonds Aren’t A Girl’s Best Friend
25. Writing on the Wall
26. Parking Fine
27. Suck It Up
28. Smudge
29. Taker
30. Shadow-Kissed
31. Seven Ways
32. Oz
33. Stop
34. Speak
35. Roses and Daisies
36. The Blank Page
37. Bad Poets Society
38. Daughter
39. The Cancer
40. Roses Are Red
41. Fire and Ice: Response
42. The Road Oft Taken: Response
43. Tanka
44. The Very Air She Breathes
45. What is Real?
46. Death Through Hearsay
47. A Tainted Cocktail Later
48. Take Me Away
49. Creative
50. Fog

...a curious cocktail of bowel movements and no inspiration.

I pray for diarrhoea

Of my constipated mind.

My muse is stuck in traffic

And my fingers can’t unwind.

My story’s frozen solid

From Medusa’s poison gaze.

It needs a little fibre

To escape this mental maze.

The toilet roll is waiting,

It’s a new one from the crate.

But my words are stubborn tenants:

They’re refusing to vacate.

Old Morpheus has ditched me,

And my dreams are hard as rock.

My porcelain page is empty,

I want colour, chaos, shock!

My lips are stitched together,

And the bile just won’t flow,

I need a pair of scissors,

‘Cause I really got to go.

I hate this heady silence.

Is my future now in doubt?

So I pray for diarrhoea,

Let those words just splatter out.

Pop.

Pop.

Pulling at my lip.

It’s suctioned back against my gums,

I twist my mouth

Against my thumb,

I’m bored.

So bored.

Click.

Click.

Biting at my nails.

They’re wet as paper on my tongue

I snap them all,

Yes, one by one,

I’m bored.

So bored.

Blink

Blink

Glaring at the wall.

My eyes are blurry, going crossed,

I dismiss the countless

Hours I’ve lost

I’m bored,

So bored.

Pick.

Pick.

Tearing at my scab.

That mess of dried out blood congealed,

That’s taken all these

Weeks to heal,

I’m bored.

So bored.

Gulp.

Gulp.

Holding in my air.

My lungs are sizzling from my breath,

That fascinating

Idea of death,

I’m bored.

So bored.

So bored…