It's one of those days
You know them
The ones where you feel
like you can run with scissors
or mow the lawn bare foot
The feeling starts inside somewhere
A solar plexus warmth
It starts to tingle
and grow
until every nerve ending
begs for release
You become restless
The practicalities of normality
are no longer an option
And the only thought in your head is
What the fuck am I going to do now?
~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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