She’s laying upon a sun lounger
within the shadows of the back garden.
Trying to ignore the silly songbirds
singing Springtime lullabies of love.
She’s stopped chewing her fingernails
at last and her Pityriasis Rosea
has receded back and faded,
leaving just a faint daisy chain
of small purple flowers
around her otherwise pale left wrist.
‘It’s nice to be out the other side’ she sighs,
down to only two packs of cigarettes
and still descending all the time.
Now that the ‘Breaking’ has ended
and the ‘Knitting’ and ‘Mending’ started,
she’s finding a different shape
and level of ‘Ache’ to taste each day.
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