Serious Poem – Electrical Slices

Fifty, one-hundred, fifty, one-hundred, fifty, fifty, …. forgot WHOOSH! Electrical currents slicing through my head, down my middle, down to my toes, dizziness, spillages – milk, hot water, tea .. then … I remember, the thing I forgot … the thing I was trying to come off … Sertralin … Keep walking, don’t think, keep…

24: Hedgerows

So where did I leave you last time? Oh, yes – I was about to do my preparation for going back to The Day Job tomorrow. And, am I? Well, yes I am doing some prep, but – it’s not for my employer! And, is that a bad thing? No! Daylight’s calling and I’m slipping…