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Thursday, 19 October 2017

INBOX SADNESS



after
six
months
off
sick

i made it back
to my nhs desk

where the welcome back cards
were as absent
as the get well cards had been

and my inbox 
was truly
a wonder to behold

~

there was fear in their eyes

like my incompetence was catching

and my frequent meetings in HR

like
a
rash

that could spread

~

i limped on for another six months
part time and useless
a leper to the union

till i was let go
with a £40 gift card
and a £50 debt
from a payday mistake

after
11 or 12
years

of being the best there ever was

~

tens of thousands unread
in that inbox 

maybe a record

i
deleted
the
lot
that same day

and it felt like i struck a blow

against
some
undefinable
something

~

being let go by the nhs ?
very hard to achieve

but i did it

and everytime i look out
any of my back windows
i can see the hospitals admin tower

a blunt beacon
over
the
autumn forest

and i wonder
in vanity

if
anyone
looks
over this way for me

at all



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Thursday, 3 September 2015

4th ANNIVESARY GUEST BLOGGER 5 - MISS MORIARTY



Beware the Cyber Cunts
by
Miss MoriArty


It’s just words
From behind a screen
I was naive
You were keen
I won’t forget the times we had
But all those words are now just bad
Take them back
Delete, wipe clean
Some words I wish I’d never seen
If we now met
I won’t see you
I’ll see the words, the lies, your game
Things will never be the same
They’re only words
No harm done
So for you
This is my last one
CUNT

 from store.vampirefreaks.com






The Death of Summer Love
by
Miss MoriArty

The last hot embers of Summer
Begin to fade
Drift off
Into dewy Autumn trees
Orange – Red – Gold
They hang there for a while
Glowing
Contemplating their demise
They fail to cling on
Whispered screams
As they fall
Onto Winters cold hard ground
To rot
And be forgotten

photo by miss moriarty








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