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written by: Polly Oliver
@Polrocksnbones
Well I'm Hell-bound.
And that's fine by me.
Easy passivity of receiving
the gung -ho exertions
of a sprightly demon-
newly-qualified maybe-
enthusiastic in his ministrations
with white-hot brand.
Chained
to mind-focusing pain;
the burning which masks
self-inflicted sickness of heart.
Polly Oliver
JAN/FEB 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
A mother of two boys, scribbling from the Western coasts of the UK, mainly poetry, but whatever comes out really. Former journalist and PR professional, the first whispers of middle age and declining eyesight made having a real go at 'real writing' a little more urgent. A Cornish native, I made my home in South West Wales so the sound of the sea sighs through my work every now and then. Lover of nature, yoga, boutique coffee shops and occasional (and very dreadful) surfer.
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