No rain, cool day…

There is meant to be more rain, but not today. It’s meant to be changeable all weekend.

Construction stops and starts and that distresses me. I can imagine Malice reading this, because I know she does, all gleeful at the thought that I might lose my light.

As a copper said to me, she will get what’s coming to her. The evil she does.

An acquaintance named Helena, has also experienced her evil, as somehow, Mike was taken from her. She thinks I’m a much better match for him than Malice and couldn’t believe how much he’d told me about himself in such a short time. Yeah, we connected.

My ankle is still very painful. My doctor says it’s a very bad sprain and might take months. I know it can take much longer. I’ve had sprains from sports that took about a year.

We’re lowering the dose of my med. Yes, the med that keeps me alive. The side effects are horrendous.

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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