days

photo by Benj Ceen

some days i like it
some days i don’t
some days it feels empty
some days there’s no room.
some days i love myself
some days i’m so cruel
some days i’m energised
some days are sticky like treacle, or mud, or glue.
some days it’s just me.
and others, just me too.
because nothing else is permissible.
lockdown locked me down
for good? no?

by Stephanie Hall

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