The Brain Bog

Ah, the Migraine Days.

What is lost in the foggy siren of pain?

Progress, poetry and prose.

Now emerged from this smoggy blight, I squint in pity to what is gone.

Ok, whatever the heck that was should never have left the brain bog.

Apologies.

Off to drag the four-lined corpse back into the quagmire before it leaks.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe