The Unreliable Autobiographer

Lights dim. Deep into evening
and I am writing about what it feels like
to be writing – splitting into

one of four personalities
I extend to you, with formal invitation
I tick
Autobiographical, as if

I wished hard enough, it could unwaver
and land black on white
and true.

Truth is, with her
I slip into neurotic like
fingers finding glove – true love,

bring a claw hammer
and bash out her brains, because
mine are fine, after all.

About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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