Today I'm sharing the last of poems that was assessed on my creative writing degree course. It's the one that was best received, although I'm not sure why. When submitting it, I honestly said to myself, "This is pretentious bollocks."
When I wrote this, I took a different approach to the other poems I've shared already. They started as poems and ended as poems. This one started as a passage of prose. I just did a Hemingway and opened a vein and bled onto the page. Well, the laptop's keys. Then...