Alchemisland

Stopped going to work.

I would wake up forty minutes before my first alarm, anxious already,

Itself forty minutes before the latest time I could feasibly leave bed,

And in that time I would convince myself that calling in sick was alright.

The only time I fancy a lie on another while’s when I must leave

To go outside.

When opportunity arises

I’m quick to rise like a knocker upper

I’m always awake watching my clock change, seacht into ocht, another

Day another excuse. Tag HR in Slack, snap my laptop shut thinking FUCK.

Spend the day shut up feeling worried, shuddering, should I have?

Should I shoulder most, or any, of the blame for how I am?

Holidays since New Years day I’ve used 15, presently it’s February 8th.

The milk carton people rang my

Friends to clarify name spellings.