Sunday, 24 April 2011

Paperbag Writer. Day Twenty Four

I ask for water. I cough for water. I shake writing the word.

They all run around, crying that I was alive and conscious.

They ignore me, as I cough more.

I shove the notebook, but as soon as I get a reply I fall.

I have nothing to write.

Day Twenty Five

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